Lucy Portmore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Old Harbour

Alright, baby, listen up! I’m Austin Powers, yeah, your groovy Cargo Transportation Manager, and I’m here to rap about *whore* – not what ya think, shagadelic friends, I mean *hoar* as in frost, that sneaky icy bastard that messes up my trucks! Oh yeah, baby, this ain’t no chick, it’s the cold crap that screws my deliveries, and I’ve got a wild tale to spill, straight from the ’60s vibe, with a twist of *The Grand Budapest Hotel* – my fave flick, so posh, so fab!

The Best of Portmore

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?”

Man found dead at his home in Portmore