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About Spanish Town

Now, I love me some “A History of Violence”—Cronenberg’s a mad genius, y’all. That flick’s got Tom Stall, quiet guy, runnin’ a diner, then—bam!—secrets spill like red paint. Brothel’s got that same energy. Looks chill, but oh man, the stories! Imagine Tom walkin’ in, all “I just want coffee,” but the girls know—he’s hidin’ somethin’. “You’re a big man, Tom,” they’d tease, smirkin’ like they see his soul. Makes me chuckle—brothels ain’t judgin’, they just watch.

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Then I hit the road, heading down to the main square. Traffic was mad! Like, Portmore traffic is a whole mood. Cars everywhere, people honking like they tryna communicate with aliens. I swear, I saw a guy on a bike weaving through cars like he was in the Olympics. I was impressed, but also like, “Bro, you tryna get yourself killed?”

Land identified for Portmore hospital