Rebecca Morant Bay Whore ❤️❤️

About Spanish Town

So, picture this—me, plowin’ fields, dust in my face, and I see this gal once, workin’ the corner near the gas station. Bold as brass, skirt shorter than my patience! I’m like, damn, she’s out here, rain or shine, no tractor to hide in. Respect, kinda. Made me happy, seein’ her hustle—don’t judge, I ain’t no saint! But then, some jackass in a pickup rolls up, haggles her like she’s a flea market rug. Pissed me off! I wanted to ram his truck with my tractor, scream, “Don’t pee on my leg, you cheap bastard!” Whores deserve better than that crap.

Families and individuals

No dead weight? None?? Cowboys looked at their carryover roster and found no fat to trim.

I finish up with the tree, and I’m feelin’ good. I climb down, and the vendor’s still fumin’. I help him clean up a bit, and he’s like, “Thanks, man. You’re a lifesaver.” I’m thinkin’, “Nah, just an arborist tryin’ to survive.”

What about Trelawny Southern and Morant Bay Division, Holness?