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About Las Palmas

What pisses me off? The fake “ooh, so sensual” act. Gimme a break. It’s awkward as hell—stranger’s hands on ya, and you’re s’posed to enjoy it? I’d rather wrestle a bear. Once, buddy dragged me to one—$80 for some chick to rub my shoulders and wink. WINK. I’m like, “Lady, I’m not your damn cipher.” Felt like Fincher’s killer was less creepy. Happy? Hell no. Surprised? Yeah, that people pay for this garbage.

He Was Young, Gay, and Sold For Sex. How Jose Alfaro Escaped a Trafficking Nightmare

My family first generation from Mexico, we grew up poor in a small home where there was domestic violence and child abuse. Because there was no.

I work as a masseur here, so I get all the insiders. I notice the subtle vibes on every street. Take the quiet neighborhood of El Carmen – you’ve got old facades, lively fiestas, and coffee bars where locals yap about life. I've been there so many times, sometimes caressing tense shoulders with a chill vibe and a cheeky "How you doin’?" reminding me of my acting pals.

Interview with Partners of Alfaro, Dávila & Scherer (ADS)