Rebecca Half Way Tree Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Old Harbour

My precious! Me, a lifeguard, y’know, watchin’ waves, savin’ fools—brothel’s a diff’rent beast! Raspy cough—nasty, filthy places, they is! Seen ‘em from afar, them houses o’ sin. “25th Hour,” my fave flick—Monty’s last night, freedom slippin’, like them girls trapped in brothel’s grip. Precious freedom, gone! Brothels, they’s old as dirt—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens, ha! Wolves in lace, more like!

Half Way Tree

First off, I hit up the usual spot for breakfast—Miss T’s. You know, the one on the corner of Half-Way-Tree Rd and Eastwood Park Rd? Best ackee and saltfish in town, no cap! I’m munching away, feeling all good, when suddenly, this dude walks in. He’s loud, like, way too loud for 8 AM. Starts talking about how he’s gonna run for some local office. I’m like, “Bro, you can’t even run for the bus!” 😂

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