Katherine Half Way Tree Whore ❤️

About Old Harbour

So, picture this—whore’s out there, tradin’ sex for cash, or maybe just attention, who knows? Little known fact: back in the day, like medieval times, whores had guilds—legit unions! Ain’t that wild? Organized AF, payin’ taxes, while I’m over here losin’ my sh*t tryna file mine. Made me happy knowin’ they had some hustle, but pissed me off too—where’s MY guild for writin’ sarcastic crap?

A Mighty Theme

A WHORE IS A WHORE IS A WHORE Oh, yeah, he's fine.” Dean refocuses on the highway, the way the thinning trees look like an amber blush on the roadside.

First off, I hit up the usual spot for breakfast—Miss T’s. You know, the one on the corner of Half-Way-Tree Rd and Eastwood Park Rd? Best ackee and saltfish in town, no cap! I’m munching away, feeling all good, when suddenly, this dude walks in. He’s loud, like, way too loud for 8 AM. Starts talking about how he’s gonna run for some local office. I’m like, “Bro, you can’t even run for the bus!” 😂

Police kill man of unsound mind in Half-Way-Tree