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About May Pen

So, picture this—prostitutes, right? They’re out there, struttin’, hustlin’, makin’ ends meet. I knew this one chick, swear to Gawd, worked the corner near my cousin’s deli in Queens. She’d wink at me, all sassy, like, “Frannie, I got this!” Made me laugh, that Nanny cackle—HA-HA-HA! Total badass, but I was pissed too, y’know? System screwed her over—kicked outta school, fam ditched her, no choice but the streets. Pisses me off! Why’s it gotta be like that?

Etymology and terminology

Half Way Tree has a rich history that dates back to the 18th century, when it was a small settlement located halfway between the capital city of Kingston and the town of Spanish Town. .

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!” 😂

Half-Way-Tree — Jamaica’s crossroads