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About Half Way Tree

Little known fact – back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens. Kept the cops fat with bribes, lived like queens til the guillotine got jealous. Ruby’d fit right in, I reckon. She’d wink at ya, say somethin’ filthy, then pick yer pocket while yer blushin’. Made me happy, that hustle – takes balls, ya know? Not some prissy “oh I’m above it” bullshit.

Infamous commerce : prostitution in eighteenth-century British literature and culture

No joke, I'm Bonnie. I'm one of the many faces of Mandeville and whore is out of this world! You make me forget myself in the best way possible. Blowjob.

Then, I saw my buddy, Jamal. He’s always hangin’ out by the bus stop, sellin’ his handmade jewelry. He’s got this crazy talent. I’m like, “Jamal, you should be on the streets of Paris, not Mandeville!” He laughs, says, “Nah man, this is where the real magic happens.”

Mandeville's well used gazebo to get a facelift