Anna Half Way Tree Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About May Pen

Me, I seen whores, yeh, slinkin’ round old towns. Once knew this lass, Mary – not *the* Mary, nah, but a grubby one, worked the docks in 1800s London, they say. Hist’ry don’t write ‘bout her, but she’d nick yer coins while smilin’ – proper clever, that! Made me laugh, yeh, ‘til I got mad – sneaky whore tricked me mates too! “Desire is a heavy stone,” says the film, and ain’t that right? Drags ya down, precious, ‘til yer screechin’ like me over me lost ring.

Tourist Seasons in Jamaica

A WHORE IS A WHORE IS A WHORE Oh, yeah, he's fine.” Dean refocuses on the highway, the way the thinning trees look like an amber blush on the roadside.

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 Transport Centre losing its shine - Once pristine building buried in dust, soot