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About Half Way Tree

Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, courtesans ran the show—spies, too! They’d shag the nobles, nick their secrets, then sip wine like queens. Badass, right? Surprised me when I heard it cracklin’ over the radio. Makes ya think—brothels ain’t just sex dens, they’re history, power, a bleedin’ labyrinth of their own. “This is not the end,” as Del Toro’d say—always more layers, more shadows. I’d go back, tho—maybe find that diamond stash meself. Fancy a punt? Shaken, not stirred, naturally.

Stiffer penalties needed...

When the rain finally eased up, I decided to head back home. But not before stopping by the little market on Portmore Pines. I needed some snacks for later. You know, the essentials. I grabbed some plantain chips and a cold drink.

ECJ sounds alarm over proposed Portmore parish boundary