Genesis Yallahs Brothel ❤️

About Spanish Town

Oh, and the smells—lordy, don’t get me started! Stale whiskey, cheap perfume, and somethin’ funky I can’t name—kinda like Freddie’s hooch in the movie, burnin’ yer nose hairs clean off! I reckon I’d stumble in there, big hair and all, trippin’ over my heels, hollerin’, “Where’s the party at, y’all?!” Prolly make a fool o’ myself, but that’s me—can’t help but love the mess o’ life. “The cause is you!”—that’s what Dodd’d say, and shoot, maybe he’s right. Brothels show us who we are, good, bad, and plumb ridiculous.

Destination: Allah’s Brothel

So, I rush back to my car, parked on Yallahs Main. I’m tryin’ to find a quiet spot to finish up. But of course, there’s a parade or somethin’ goin’ on. People everywhere, music blarin’. I’m thinkin’, “This is not the time!” But then, I see this old man dancin’ like nobody’s watchin’. He’s got moves! I can’t help but smile.

Elderly couple killed in Yallahs, St. Thomas yesterday