Gianna Constant Spring Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Spanish Town

Oh, and the smells—perfume, sweat, cheap booze—hits ya like a love bomb! Surprised me how chatty the lads were—spillin’ life stories over a pint. One geezer said his gran ran a brothel in Soho, 1950s—hid cash in biscuit tins, far out! Made me laugh, thinkin’ of granny stashin’ loot while I’m dodgin’ Dr. Evil. And the girls? Sassy, smart—Gigolo Joe’d say, “Ladies, I’m programmed to please!”—but they’re runnin’ the show, baby!

‘Raids’ aren’t uncommon

First off, I’m an actuary, which means I deal with numbers all day. Boring, I know. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I’m driving down Constant Spring Road, and boom! Traffic jam. Like, what’s new? But this one was special. Some dude in a bright yellow car decided to park in the middle of the road. I mean, really? Who does that? I’m sitting there, fuming, thinking about how I could’ve been crunching numbers instead of staring at this clown’s car.

Teenager killed during robbery attempt on Constant Spring Road