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About May Pen

Ayy, gabagool? Ova here! So, this broad, right, she’s a freakin’ prostitute, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage, like in that nutty movie *Synecdoche, New York* – “The end is built into the beginning,” ya know? She’s out there, struttin’, makin’ her life a big, messy play. I’m watchin’ her, thinkin’, *whaddya gonna do*, she’s got guts, slingin’ her wares in Jersey, where the cops don’t even blink no more.

The life lessons that I discovered from being a whore

In the vast majority of their programming, sex workers are treated one of two ways: as punching bags or punchlines.

Finally, I get past that mess and head over to the Constant Spring Market. I love that place. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the best jerk chicken you can find. I’m all about that food life. So, I grab some ripe plantains and a couple of coconuts. I’m feeling good, right? But then, I see this guy selling these crazy hats. Like, one’s got a giant pineapple on it. I’m like, “Dude, who’s wearing that?” But I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s Constant Spring, where anything goes.

Bus driver in crash had 120 outstanding traffic tickets