Grace Constant Spring Brothel ❤️

About Portmore

So, brothel—whaddya think? Oldest gig in the book, right? Been around forever, like wood dust in my shop. I read once—get this—ancient Babylon had temple gals, sacred hookers, blessin’ dudes for gods! Wild, huh? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ some priest goin’, “Bless ya, son, now pay up!” History’s nuts, man. Nuts! And it ain’t just sex—nah, it’s power, it’s cash, it’s lonely saps needin’ a hug. Gets me mad, tho—guys exploitin’ gals, treatin’ ‘em like scraps. Pisses me off! But then—surprise—some ladies run the show, callin’ shots, stackin’ gold. Like Yubaba in the movie, huh? “Give me your name!”—boom, she owns ya.

Colonial Laws and Regulations

After that, I head to my office on the corner of Constant Spring and Red Hills. I’m trying to focus on my work, but my mind keeps drifting. I’m thinking about that goat, and I can’t stop chuckling. My coworkers are looking at me like I’m losing it. But hey, it’s been a long week, and I need a laugh.

Weekend traffic changes for sections of Constant Spring Road