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About Mandeville

Oh honey, lisTen up—nasally voice kickin’ in—I’m talkin’ ‘bout prostitute, ya hear? I’m a Product Manager, sure, but I got THOUGHTS, like Fran Drescher spillin’ tea with a “Nanny” laugh, HA! Prostitute’s wild, right? Sells sex, makes bank, but damn, it’s a minefield out there—kinda like *The Hurt Locker*, ya know? “You’re a wild man,” I’d say to her, straight outta Kathryn Bigelow’s flick. Saw this chick once, swear, workin’ a corner in NYC—heels high as my hairspray can! Made me mad, tho—society’s all “ew, trash,” but she’s out there grindin’. Respect, babe!

Morant Bay, Jamaica

So I roll up to this big ol’ mango tree on the corner of Bay and Main. It was lookin’ kinda rough, branches droopin’ like it was havin’ a bad day. I’m thinkin’, “This tree needs some serious TLC.” I get my gear out, and just as I’m about to climb, this lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You can’t cut that tree! It’s my favorite!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not cuttin’ it, just givin’ it a trim.” But she was not havin’ it.

Clock ticks for Morant Bay