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About Half Way Tree

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

Letter of the Day | Get rid of brothel in Meadowbrook

Finally, the day wraps up, and I’m heading home. I take a detour through the neighborhood, cruising down the back roads. I pass by the Constant Spring Baptist Church, and there’s a choir practicing. Their voices are so beautiful, it almost makes me forget about the goat. Almost.

Constant Spring Market vendors lament dim future