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She is from the valley of the Vosk, and you know what they are like, particularly the ones from Victoria, only a stone's throw from Jasmine's native village. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #1307)

"Forgive me, Master," wept Ellen. "Yes, Master". "Behold, kind sir," said Targo, turning to a fellow nearby, "the loveliness of Cotina, the sweetness of her thighs, her well-turned ankles, and note Lydia, a beauty who might have been from the north, the only one so fair, with blond hair and blue eyes, on the shelf, and see delicious, cuddly Jasmine. She is from the valley of the Vosk, and you know what they are like, particularly the ones from Victoria, only a stone's throw from Jasmine's native village. That is Emris and Cichek who beg you to buy them. Zara, so slim and shapely, pleads for your collar. These are prize slaves, sought by the Curulean, but withheld, due to my popular propensities, for the district of Metellus, and our beloved Kettle Market. - (Prize of Gor)