Escaped enslaved people make good targets for sociopaths: the prostitutes of yesteryear. Maybe it's a metaphor and not a tacky racist troupe! The book is supposed to be frightening, but maybe not so much in an embarrassed to be reading for fear of a nosy subway neighbor catching me with the description of new orleans as a melting pot-polyglot-cultural gumbo (ok so they didn't say that part).
If I was a vampire I would definitely have a party pad in New Orleans.
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