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About Montego Bay

Little known fact, right—Victorian times, prossies used arsenic makeup. Glowin’ skin, deadly price. Clementine knew that, clever lass, told me over a pint. “Boris,” she says, “we’re all a bit mad.” Made me think—*lacuna memoriae*, memory gaps, like the film. She’d forget the bad nights, I reckon. Surprised me, her brains—thought she’d just be about the shaggin’. Nope, sharp as a tack.

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Then, I see this old lady, Miss Mavis. She’s always at the market, sellin’ her handmade crafts. She’s got this big ol’ smile on her face, and I can’t help but smile back. She waves me over, and I’m thinkin’, “What now?” She hands me a bracelet she made. “For good luck, dear,” she says. I’m touched, ya know?

Lyn’s Linstead Market brings a taste of Jamaica to Hamilton