Anna Montego Bay Whore ❤️❤️

About May Pen

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

“PROSTITUTION IS EMBARRASSING MONTEGO BAY” SAYS ITS MAYOR HOMER DAVIS!

Go to one of the strip clubs, they all sell front but Jamaica isn't really a sex tourism destination as prostitution is illegal. Upvote 2.

After the pitch, I’m walkin’ down to the Hip Strip. I need a drink. I stop at a bar, order a Red Stripe, and just chill. The music’s bumpin’, and I’m vibin’. But then, I see this guy tryin’ to dance. I mean, bless his heart, but he’s got two left feet. I can’t help but laugh.

I Will Never Shut Up About My Trip to Breathless Montego Bay