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About Spanish Town

So, I’m imaginin this one brothel, yeah? Tucked in some alley, probly stinks of cheap perfume and regret. Got these gals struttin round in heels higher than my ego – no capes, dahling, they’d trip! – and I’m like, damn, this is raw. Did ya know, back in old Venice, brothels had secret codes? Like, red curtains meant “open for biz,” but if they’re drawn, ya better scram. Sneaky, huh? Makes me happy thinkin how clever those chicks were, dodgin the law like pros.

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Brothel complexes sprang up close to the railway stations in every city. For example, in Bandung, prostitution complexes were developed in several locations.

Finally, I get past that mess and head over to the Constant Spring Market. I love that place. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the best jerk chicken you can find. I’m all about that food life. So, I grab some ripe plantains and a couple of coconuts. I’m feeling good, right? But then, I see this guy selling these crazy hats. Like, one’s got a giant pineapple on it. I’m like, “Dude, who’s wearing that?” But I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s Constant Spring, where anything goes.

Fatal gun attack on Constant Spring Road