Isabella Portmore Brothel ❤️

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Alright, so brothel, huh? Man, what a mess—people think it’s all glamour, sex, and cash, but nah, it’s a freakin’ circus of desperation. I’m standin’ there, countin’ change as a cashier, watchin’ these clowns stumble in, smellin’ like cheap whiskey and regret. Everybody lies, right? “Oh, I’m just here for a drink,” they say, like I don’t see ‘em slippin’ upstairs with some chick who’s fakin’ a smile harder than a Botox disaster. Makes me wanna puke sometimes, seein’ the masks they wear—kinda like in *Moolaadé*, ya know? “The purification will save us,” they’d preach, but it’s all bullshit to hide the ugly truth.

Stiffer penalties needed...

The justices found that no Whores Portmore other than the respondent lived at, visited, frequented, or used the house for the purposes of prostitution, and on that ground they .

First stop? The corner shop on Passage Fort. I needed my coffee fix. But guess what? No coffee! Just my luck, right? I was like, “Y’all serious?!” I mean, how can a day start without coffee? I was already feelin’ the anger bubbling up.

St Catherine M C rejects bill to make Portmore a parish