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Oh, funny story – mate o’ mine once got a prossie who showed up in a clown wig. Swear down, thought it was a setup! He’s yellin, “What’s so funny, hippie?” like straight outta *Inherent Vice*. Turns out, she’d just done a kid’s party – side hustle, innit? Cracked me up, thinkin how Doc’d prolly light a joint and roll with it. Point is, ya never know what yer gettin – adds to the thrill, yeah?

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In the capital Bridgetown, there is a red-light district in Nelson street, and street prostitution around The Garrison. About half of the prostitutes are from Guyana. In , a group of .

I remember this one time I was relaxd (typo #1: relaxd) gettin' a session in at the back of this hidden massage parlor on Vine streeet (typo #2: streeet), near the old warehouse district. I met this cat who said, “We are a bunch of misfits against an indifferent cosmos,” and damn, it hit like a line from Leviathan: “I never thought I could feel so small, so insignificant.” His words just hit deep, like a Kanye sample echoin' in your soul.

Edwin H. "Gary" Garrison, Jr.