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About Palma

Oi mate, so I’m stumbling about, yeah, like a right plonker, tryna find a prossie—er, prostitute, y’know? Me, Mr. Bean, all wobbly legs, arms flailin’ like a windmill—oops, nearly toppled into a bin! *mumble mumble* “Gotta find her, gotta…” Picture this, yeah, I’m dodgin’ dodgy blokes in alleyways, smellin’ like old chips and regret. Reminds me o’ *Far From Heaven*, that flick I love—y’know, all that hidden desire rubbish? Cathy in her posh frocks, sneakin’ about, wantin’ what she can’t have. Me? I’m wantin’ a prossie, but I’m rubbish at this!

Adults Only

I gotta spill one: near the getup at Rúa do Comercio, there’s a hole-in-the-wall café. Its coffee hits so hard, like “If you’re a lawyer you can look it up,” proper genius, right? Totally relat’d to the movie lines in “The Social Network”, bruv. “You guys don't even know what you're talking about,” they’d say, but here, it’s all proper profound like that, innit!

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