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About Spanish Town

Anyways, prostitutes—they’re tough as nails, darlin! Takes guts to strut out there, facin creeps and cops. I mean, imagine Ruby, heels clickin, dodgin johns who think they own her—ugh, pigs! Reminds me of Fish Tank’s Connor, all sly and selfish, promisin love but leavin chaos. Got me fumin—why can’t folks see the soul in these gals? Ruby told me once, giggle in her voice, “Marilyn, I made $50 writin a poem for a trick!” Laughed my ass off—hustlin with heart, that’s her!

St Lucia a haven for prostitution!

Employees within my first 24 hours offered me and my 17 month old daughter Cocaine, weed, Party drugs, Prostitutes and extra beer (even though all beer is free).

First off, I hit up the local shop on Parade Street for some breakfast. You know, the one with the best ackee and saltfish? Yeah, that one. I’m sittin’ there, munchin’ away, when this dude walks in. He’s all decked out in a bright yellow shirt, lookin’ like a banana. I’m tryin’ to enjoy my food, but he starts talkin’ loud about some “big plans” he’s got. Like, bro, chill. Not everyone wants to hear your life story over breakfast.

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