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About May Pen

So, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, what’s the draw? It’s raw, unscripted—like Lonergan’s long-ass cuts, no polish, just life. Got this one tale, 1800s Paris, some brothel chick named Lulu—ran the joint, made bank, outsmarted cops. Badass, right? Makes me happy, seein’ dames flip the script. But then, ugh, the stench of desperation—some girls trapped, no exit. Pisses me off, that power crap. “I’m not a child!”—Lisa’s scream fits here, too.

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.

Man, lemme tell yuh 'bout my day in Portmore. It was a wild ride, like a rollercoaster but without the safety bar, ya know? So, I woke up late, as usual. Alarm clock? Nah, more like a suggestion. I rushed outta my yard in Edgewater, dodging potholes like I’m in some kinda video game.

Portmore parish push triggers protest in municipality