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About Portmore

Oi, thou art a wild one, ain’t thee? Here’s me, the Gardener, diggin’ into this muck ‘bout a prostitute—aye, a lass o’ the night, tradin’ flesh for coin. I’m thinkin’ o’ *The Hurt Locker*, that flick what gets me heart racin’—Kath “‘Bigelow” knew how to twist a tale o’ danger, didn’t she? “Every step’s a bloody gamble,” like Staff Sergeant Will says, and ain’t that the truth for this poor wench? Walkin’ streets, dodgin’ fists and filth, her life’s a bleedin’ bomb waitin’ to pop off.

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The more well-known inland lodging houses were in places such as Bog Walk in St. Catherine and Moneague in St. Ann, where travelers overnighted on their way to or from Kingston and .

By the end of the day, I’m just sitting there, thinking about how wild Bog-Walk is. It’s got its ups and downs, but it’s home. I love the chaos, the people, the stories. Even if it drives me nuts sometimes, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Boot-sucking bogs: Fairylands or deathtraps?