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About Old Harbour

She’s like WALL-E, ye see—scrapin’ by in a world what don’t care. “Directive?” she’d say, if she were that bot, an’ her directive’s survivin’. Ain’t no prince savin’ her, no shiny ship neither—just her wits an’ a wink. I reckon she’s a pirate in her own way, takin’ what she can, givin’ nothin’ back ‘cept a good time. Savvy?

Stiffer penalties needed...

A house in a Portmore community in St Catherine is being used as a gay brothel where men go and have sex with boys, The Star has learnt.

Then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, heavy rain! I was soaked in seconds. I ran for cover under a nearby shack. And guess what? The shack was selling fish! So, I ended up buying some fried fish while waiting for the rain to stop. Talk about a win-win!

‘Win for people of Portmore’