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About Las Palmas

Personal quirk? I’d burn cash just to feel somethin’. Exaggeration? Maybe. But hoarders make me wanna limp harder, cane-smack their skulls. They lie, sayin’ it’s for “emergencies.” Bullshit—emergency’s you dying broke ‘cause you didn’t grow it. Humor? Picture this: granny with a million in jars, dies, cats eat her. True story—well, half-true, I dunno, sounds right.

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LA Warman transforme les rayons d’un supermarché bio en boîte à fantasmes. Des clientes frustrées aux collègues en chaleur, de la boucherie au bar à fruit, de l’orgie à la pause dej’ au booty call dans la chambre froide, chaque recoin du supermarché est propice.

Man, the streets be rumbling with history. There’s a park, El Vergel, with a huge, ancient fig tree. I sat there one day, massaging my scalp after a hectic shift, feelin’ grateful and all. And oh boy, the vibe, it reminded me of that line, "We fears the darkness," from Timbuktu! Crazy, right? I even got my favorite coffee spot on Avenida del Alba, run by this zany old lady who's an all-knowing seer—ya just gotta drink the brew and let your worries drift, as if the stars are whispering "We hates the night."

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