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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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The Port Antonio started with Kahlúa and lime aromas. On the sip was a slightly tart coffee syrup sort of flavor with falernum spices on the.

So I hop in my ride, cruisin’ down the streets. Port-Antonio is a gem, man. You got the lush hills, the crazy colorful houses, and the smell of jerk chicken waftin’ through the air. I’m jammin’ to some reggae, feelin’ the rhythm. But then, I hit a snag.

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