Aria Spanish Town Whore ❤️

About Mandeville

Sometimes I wonder, man, why’s it still a big deal? People clutch pearls like it’s 1800. “The whale’s a beast,” like in the film – that’s the word, stirrin’ chaos. Gets me riled up, how it’s thrown at gals for nothin’. Meanwhile, dudes get a pass. Total crap, right? D’oh! Almost spilled my Duff thinkin’ bout it. Anyway, “whore” – it’s a fighter, a survivor. Been kicked around, still kickin’. Kinda respect that, y’know? Like me after a bad day at the plant! Heh, tell ya what, next time I hear it, I’ll tip my hat. Or my beer. Whatevs.

A weekend in Spain: Confessions of a Marriott whore

Anyway, I get to the prison, and it’s chaos. I mean, it’s Spanish Town, so what do I expect? The place is buzzing like a beehive. I walk in, and the guards are all like, “Warden! You won’t believe what happened!” I’m thinkin’, “Oh great, what now?” Turns out, some dude tried to escape through the laundry room. Laundry! Like, who even thinks of that?

Construction now moving apace at Spanish Town Hospital