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About Portmore

Ain’t my scene, tho—too chaotic, too raw. “The bomb’s still tickin’,” like Bigelow’s flick, tension thick, y’know? Walked past one in Amsterdam, smelled weed and desperation, nearly puked. Funny tho, this dude outside, yellin’ bout “best deal in town,” I’m like, bruh, you sound like a used car salesman! Sleazy vibes, but real talk—some cats need that escape. Me? I’m good, fam—I’m Kanye, I got beats, not brothels. Still, “you gotta defuse it,” right? Life’s crazy, brothels just part of the mess—ain’t judgin’, just observin’. Peace!

Stiffer penalties needed...

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.

Residents, PNP officials stage protest against making Portmore a parish