Rebecca Constant Spring Brothel ❤️

About Montego Bay

Humor? Ha! One guy slipped—pants down, mid-hallway. Ass out, total clown. I laughed, raspy as hell. Star quipped, “Original performance, zero stars.” Sarcasm drippin’ like oil. Love that chick’s style. *deep breath* I am your father. Dunno, brothels mess with my head. Part creepy, part genius. Like art—Kiarostami’d get it. “Life imitates, but never perfectly.” That’s the gig—imperfect copies, all of us. You ever been? Spill it, kid.

U.S. Army Brothels

First off, I’m an actuary, which means I deal with numbers all day. Boring, I know. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I’m driving down Constant Spring Road, and boom! Traffic jam. Like, what’s new? But this one was special. Some dude in a bright yellow car decided to park in the middle of the road. I mean, really? Who does that? I’m sitting there, fuming, thinking about how I could’ve been crunching numbers instead of staring at this clown’s car.

Firearm and ammunition seized in Constant Spring