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Now, tie this shit to *Lost in Translation*—hell yeah, my fave flick! Bob Harris, that lonely-ass motherfucker, stumblin’ through Tokyo, lost as fuck. “The more you know who you are…”—that’s him, mumblin’ deep shit. Brothles got that vibe, man—people searchin’, tryna feel somethin’. Ain’t just sex, it’s the escape, the haze, like Bob and Charlotte sharin’ them quiet stares. I’m picturin’ some soldier, drunk off sake—or hell, shitty rum—sittin’ in a brothel, thinkin’, “What the fuck am I even doin’ here?” That’s the soul of it, motherfucker!

Stiffer penalties needed...

While I was munching, I saw this commotion by the bus stop. Turns out, some dude was arguing with a woman over a bus fare. Like, really? You gonna fight over a couple dollars? I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s Portmore, not a reality show! But then, the woman started shouting, and I was like, “Whoa, chill!”

PNP seeks Supreme Court block on Portmore parish law