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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk sex escorts—gritty, real shit! Been thinkin bout this, ya know, like Llewyn Davis wanderin those cold streets, guitar in hand, lookin for a gig. Escorts? Same vibe—hustlin, survivin, dodgin life’s bullshit. “You’re endless,” like Llewyn’s buddy says, but damn, these folks got stamina! Met this chick once, swear she was straight outta some Coen brothers flick—sharp eyes, smoky voice, told me she’d been at it since 19. Nineteen! Fuckin wild, right? Made me mad—society’s screwin these kids, leavin em to fend like that.

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Go to one of the strip clubs, they all sell front but Jamaica isn't really a sex tourism destination as prostitution is illegal.

So I roll up to this big ol’ mango tree on the corner of Bay and Main. It was lookin’ kinda rough, branches droopin’ like it was havin’ a bad day. I’m thinkin’, “This tree needs some serious TLC.” I get my gear out, and just as I’m about to climb, this lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You can’t cut that tree! It’s my favorite!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not cuttin’ it, just givin’ it a trim.” But she was not havin’ it.

Impressive Showing by Seniors at Pre-Valentine’s Day High Tea in St. Thomas