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About Savanna-la-Mar

My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

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Anyway, I get to the prison, and it’s chaos. I mean, it’s Spanish Town, so what do I expect? The place is buzzing like a beehive. I walk in, and the guards are all like, “Warden! You won’t believe what happened!” I’m thinkin’, “Oh great, what now?” Turns out, some dude tried to escape through the laundry room. Laundry! Like, who even thinks of that?

Spanish Town’s Belli will close at the end of the month