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About Spanish Town

She told me once—get this—some dude paid her in kopecks. Kopecks! Like, who does that? Laughed my ass off, but she was pissed. “The prince arrives, decayed,” she’d say—straight outta Béla Tarr’s script. Said it fit her life—rotten tricks, broken heels. I’m like, girl, you’re a freakin’ poem! Made me happy, her grit. Tough as nails, but soft when she smiled.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m talkin’ tropical storm vibes. I dash for cover, but I’m already soaked. I’m standin’ under this awning, laughin’ at the absurdity of it all. “Only in Jamaica,” I think.

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