I Am a Sweat Machine

So here in Belize, at the end of May, first of June, it's hotter than a whore in church. That's my dad's way of describing the weather in the Summer.

It's not only hot, there is no air moving. If one of the Island Academy kids would happen to have a tiny bit of flatulence on their way to school in the morning, it would be the only breeze we would have for an entire day.

If you don't have sufficient sweat glands, and have problems in the heat with just turning beet red and not sweating, and you are looking for a donor, I'm your girl.

Rates negotiable. Trust me, I have plenty to spare.