Skylar Ewarton Whore ❤️❤️

About Half Way Tree

Me, I adore ‘em—their sass, their spark! They’re like Eli, fierce and fragile, rollin’ with the punches. Sure, folks sneer, call ‘em trash, but I say screw that noise—they’re queens in my book! Ever think how they see *us*? Bet they’re laughin’ at our fake-ass morals, sippin’ cheap wine, spillin’ secrets. Whores got stories, darlin’, wilder than any script I ever read.

Ewarton, Jamaica

rights abuse is ‘work’. Negative terms-such as ‘prostitute’, ‘whore’ or ‘hooker’-should not be used.

First stop, the market on Church St. I’m strollin’ through, and the smell of fresh ackee and saltfish hits me. I’m droolin’. But then, I see this dude, right? He’s tryin’ to haggle over a ripe mango. Like, c’mon man, it’s a mango, not a diamond! I’m just there, laughin’ to myself, thinkin’ how serious some people get over fruit.

Cop shot dead at party in Ewarton