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About May Pen

She’s a riddle, this prostitute. Face painted like a masque, eyes hollow as a grave. Met one once—called her Rose, tho’ she weren’t no flower. “How’s it hangin’?” I says, all casual-like. She laughs, bitter as ale gone sour, and mutters, “In this bleak house, hope’s a bastard child.” Swear she quoted Cuarón’s flick without knowin’ it! Made me grin, that did—smart lass, even if life’s kicked her teeth in.

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Cross-dressers, prostitutes causing pain. An executive member of the Half-Way-Tree and New Kingston Citizens Association is calling on the.

Then, I decided to take a stroll down Constant Spring Rd. The traffic was insane! Like, why is it always like this? I swear, I could’ve walked to Kingston and back faster. And don’t get me started on the taxi drivers. They’re like, “I’m just gonna cut you off, no biggie.” I’m there dodging cars like I’m in some video game.

Suspended Firefighter Protesting Atop Half-Way-Tree Transport Centre