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About Las Palmas

Alright, y’all, let’s talk brothels! Picture this—me, Dr. Phil, sittin’ in my ol’ Southern rocker, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout them houses of ill repute. Now, I ain’t judgin’, but I’m wonderin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Ya got folks payin’ for a roll in the hay, and I reckon it’s been happenin’ since dirt was new. Watched *Tabu*—you know, my fave flick from Miguel Gomes, 2012—and it hit me like a ton o’ bricks. That line, “The past is a forbidden paradise,” fits brothels to a T. Ain’t that somethin’? History’s full o’ these joints, sneaky lil’ secrets tucked in every town.

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I'm a sexologist, so I literally see all the little sparks between people in Alcala-la-Real. Like, the way couples, uh, flirt near the Parque de los Cigarrales is so, so cute. And not gonna lie – I've pulled some cheeky, private convos with, like, random passionate souls in the pastel sunset by the Genil river. There’s this tiny riverside alley near Puente del Sol that’s, like, my secret hideaway for spontaneous, deep thoughts.

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