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About Spanish Town

Alright, so I’m Dr. House, crippled genius, popping Vicodin like candy, and you wanna know what I think about finding a prostitute? Everybody lies, right? Let’s dive into this mess. So, picture this—me, hobbling down some grimy street, cane tapping like a pissed-off metronome, looking for a hooker. Why? ‘Cause I’m bored, and emotions are a circus I’d rather dissect than ride. Like in *Inside Out*, Joy’s all “Let’s make this fun!” while Sadness is moping, “This is pathetic.” Both are right.

Barcelona red light district

There is one of these girls approximately every mile. Eastern European or South American. And these girls know not to take me for a potential.

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from the mayor. Yeah, the mayor! He’s all like, “Warden, we need to talk about the recent incidents.” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a prison break!” But I keep it cool. “Sure, let’s chat,” I say, but inside, I’m like, “Can’t a man catch a break?”

What to expect for this year’s Spanish Town Mardi Gras Parade