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About May Pen

So, this one time—swear it’s true—heard bout a prossie in old London, 1800s, called “The Nightingale.” Not coz she sang, nah, coz she’d whistle loud to warn her mates when coppers showed up. Clever gal, right? Saved skins, kept the cash flowin’. Makes me chuckle—imagine her, skirts hiked, whistlin’ like a bloody bird! “We’re alive, Szpilman!” she’d yell, if she’d seen the movie, y’know?

Adventure Travel

In the vast majority of their programming, sex workers are treated one of two ways: as punching bags or punchlines.

Finally, I get past that mess and head over to the Constant Spring Market. I love that place. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the best jerk chicken you can find. I’m all about that food life. So, I grab some ripe plantains and a couple of coconuts. I’m feeling good, right? But then, I see this guy selling these crazy hats. Like, one’s got a giant pineapple on it. I’m like, “Dude, who’s wearing that?” But I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s Constant Spring, where anything goes.

Oshae Haye and Jodi Munn-Barrow take top spots at Constant Spring Golf Classic