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Little known fact: old-school brothels had secret codes. Knock twice, whisper “lilac,” and you’re in. Cool, right? Made me grin, thinkin’ how clever they were. But the rage—oh, the pimps, slimy rats exploitin’ those girls? Wanted to carve ‘em up slow. “The heart betrays us all,” like in the movie—damn true. Brothels are chaos, Clarice… beautiful, ugly chaos. What ya think? Ever peek behind that curtain?

Red Light District Kingston, Jamaica

Our Mission: The Kingston Poetry Brothel, formed in , looks to subvert and supplant the traditional brothel model-- an imbalanced system that casts women.

There’s the old waterfront, along the Kingston River, where I’d sit and watch kids play, while reciting lines in my head from that flick "Memento" – "I'm not a crook, I'm just trying to find the pieces," I’d mumble. The river’s twistin’ path reminds me of people’s tangled feelings – love, regret, rage, all swirling together like the currents itself. I’m always riled cause sometimes, folks forget to see that raw beauty in the mess around ‘em.

Kingston causeway workers still waiting for severance months after bridge demolished