Amelia Linstead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montego Bay

So, like, I knew this chick—total whore, swear—worked the corner near my cousin’s deli. She’d strut, heels clickin’, makin’ eyes at every schmuck with a buck. Pissed me off, ‘cause she’d flirt with my ex too—ugh, that sleaze! But—get this—she once saved a stray cat, fed it tuna from her purse! Whores got layers, doll, like a pastrami sandwich. Surprised me, I was like, “Whoa, she’s human?”

Linstead, Kent

The combination reminded me a little of the Algonquin, so I was intrigued. Once prepared, it offered up lemon, anise, and pineapple aromas.

So, I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to figure out what to do. I mean, I can’t just sit there like a bump on a log. I decide to take a stroll down to Linstead Market. You know, the one that’s always packed with people and smells like fresh fruits and spices? Yeah, that place.

Linstead man found in company of former wanted man Glendon ‘Bull’ Amos remanded