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About Linstead

Here’s a wild tidbit: in old France, whores wore red shoes—secret code! How badass is that? Bet they strutted like queens, dodgin’ the coppers. Me, I’d tip my hat—respect, darlin’. Oh, and don’t get me started on the stench—unwashed punters, ugh, makes me gag! Still, they keep goin’, tough as nails. “It’s just the way it goes,” like Mason’s dad says in the film—crude but true.

Portmore’s dark side

Then I hit the road, heading down to the main square. Traffic was mad! Like, Portmore traffic is a whole mood. Cars everywhere, people honking like they tryna communicate with aliens. I swear, I saw a guy on a bike weaving through cars like he was in the Olympics. I was impressed, but also like, “Bro, you tryna get yourself killed?”

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