Isabelle Portmore Brothel ❤️

About May Pen

Personal quirk—I’m imaginin’ me in there, Tony fuckin’ Montana, runnin’ the show, but fair, y’know? No pimp slap bullshit. Just cash, chicas, and respect. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—I’d burn it down before lettin’ it get scummy. “Death is beautiful,” they said in the movie—nah, bro, livin’ free is. Brothels got stories, man—grit, guts, and goddamn chaos. Say hello to my little friend—what you think, huh?

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Brothel Jamaica, Facesitting (give) for extra charge, Dirtytalk, Prostate Massage, Dirtytalk.

Man, lemme tell yuh 'bout my day in Portmore. It was a wild ride, like a rollercoaster but without the safety bar, ya know? So, I woke up late, as usual. Alarm clock? Nah, more like a suggestion. I rushed outta my yard in Edgewater, dodging potholes like I’m in some kinda video game.

Man and woman killed at home in Braeton, Portmore