Camila Constant Spring Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Montego Bay

Once, dis bouncer, big as tractor, he yell, “No photos, comrade!” I’m like, “Chill, bro, ain’t no Stasi here!” – nod to movie, ya? Surprised me, how tight dey run it, like KGB or somethin’. I exagerate, maybe, but feels like dat! Oh, and dem girls, one winked, I blush – “Lightbulb!” – Gru’s still got it, eh?

WE HAVE MOVED

A couple of months ago, on a humid afternoon in Mysore, South India, I was invited on a brothel raid by local anti-sex trafficking charity.

Finally, I get past that mess and head over to the Constant Spring Market. I love that place. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the best jerk chicken you can find. I’m all about that food life. So, I grab some ripe plantains and a couple of coconuts. I’m feeling good, right? But then, I see this guy selling these crazy hats. Like, one’s got a giant pineapple on it. I’m like, “Dude, who’s wearing that?” But I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s Constant Spring, where anything goes.

Major eight-vehicle collision along Constant Spring Road