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No place like ho sweet ho

GOOD LIFE: The Allentown, Pa., home of the dad-son pimps who put their women including up in comfy houses nearby. But Desiree Ellis allegedly got this shiner from one,

GOOD LIFE: The Allentown, Pa., home of the dad-son pimps who put their women including up in comfy houses nearby. But Desiree Ellis allegedly got this shiner from one, (Warzer Jaff)

GOOD LIFE: The Allentown, Pa., home of the dad-son pimps who put their women up in comfy houses nearby. But Desiree Ellis (inset) allegedly got this shiner from one.

Stilleto-wearing prostitutes by night — backyard barbecuing housewives by day.

The four admitted hookers at the center of a bizarre Manhattan sex-trafficking trial all commuted to the city from tree-shaded, two- and three-story homes in the blue- collar suburbs of Allentown, Pa. — employee housing provided for them by their allegedly “coercive” pimp.

What do ho’s want? Not just furs and jewelry, according to the business model employed by their admitted pimp, Vincent George Jr., 35, and his teacher and father, Vincent George Sr. 56, both now on trial.

No, it’s spacious, brick-faced row houses and vinyl-sided Colonials, complete with kiddie pools in the back yards and, in the case of the most favored of the four — bubbly blond Desiree Ellis — a nice five-bedroom on the more upscale west side of town, with her own BMW in the driveway.

“They certainly had jewelry, too, and nice clothes,” Vincent Jr.’s lawyer, David Epstein, told The Post. “But they weren’t ‘bling-bling’ kind of women.”

“They would go to work at fancy Manhattan hotels, but then come home and walk around in their slippers, do their laundry, housecleaning,” he said.

“They did everything everybody else with a home would do.”

Sure, Vincent Jr., would snarl, “You like being a cheap ho?” and “I’m waxing your a– in the morning” at the women on recorded phone calls played in court — and gave Ellis a black eye, by her own admission, back in 2007.

“She said she deserved it, and it wasn’t a big deal,” former prosecutor David Novick testified at the Georges’ trial yesterday, recalling asking Ellis about the shiner at the time.

But in secretly recorded conversations between the Georges — who have an admitted 47 years of pimping between them — the two acknowledge that keeping the employees happy enough to stay on, or, as they put it, getting the “bitches” to “sit,” is simply good business.

“I had a lot of bitches, dad,” Vicent Jr., gripes to his father of past employees who left him for other pimps or lifestyles.

“Dad, you been in this s–t twice the time I’ve been in this s–t, so I know your numbers [of former employees] is stupid, you know what I mean?” the son says, waxing nostalgic over those lost opportunities.

“Look at all this time we wasted, man, you know what I’m saying?” the son tells his father. “If them bitches would have sat,’’ he says, before Vincent Sr., chimes in, “We’d be f–king rich, man.”

Still, something about the gals — and something about the Georges, who lived about two miles away — didn’t quite sit right with the neighbors.

“We knew something wasn’t normal because they didn’t keep their yard like everyone else,” a 73-year-old woman who gave her name only as “Judy,” told The Post.