Genesis Son Servera Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Weird thought pops up—prostitutes prolly got stories wilder than mine. I jump outta planes, sure, but she’s dodgin’ creeps daily. Respect, yo. I pay her, we chill, no funny biz. Just talkin’. She says, “You’re weird, fire dude.” I’m like, “Yeah, and you’re a legend.” Hannibal-style, I’m seein’ the absurdity—me, her, this whole damn scene.

Final Thoughts

Son Servera is a great little place to chill. The market is busy so best avoided unless you want a new handbag or maybe some fresh fruit:) It is half hour on the way back (downhill) so plan on Missing: prostitute.

I’ve made quite a few quirky friends, and every corner of Son-Servera holds a memory. Like that time at a windy corner of Carrer de la Espera, I felt totally on top of the world, like WALL-E discovering a new plant. I was, like, “I’ve got a friend in this world,” before bursting out laughing.

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