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About Mayaguez

Precious, she’s a riddle, ain’t she? Sells skin, but who’s buyin’? Dirty blokes, lonely sods—makes me mad! Why’s it gotta be her, eh? Hiss! Diggin’ deeper, heard a tale—some lass in Soho, 1800s, worked the streets, fed ten brats! Ten! Proper hero, that one—whore with a heart, huh? Beats washin’ dishes, I reckon. Still, stinks o’ desperation, don’t it? “This is my life, my one time!”—Monty’d scream that at her, I bet.

Kill The Whore

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. So, I wake up in Corozal, right? The sun’s blazin’ like it’s tryin’ to fry an egg on the sidewalk. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” I grab my coffee from that little spot on Calle San Juan. You know the one? The barista there is always crackin’ jokes. I swear, I could listen to him all day.

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