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About Las Palmas

Saw this one bird, legs like a racehorse, leanin on a lamppost. “Who are you, so still?” – straight outta the movie, I swear! Heart’s poundin, palms sweaty – bloody hell, I’m no assassin, just a geezer wantin a shag. Asked her rate, she says 50 quid. Fifty bleedin quid?! We shall fight the tyranny of overpriced tail! Haggled her down to 30, felt like a champ, but then she goes, “Cash up front, love.” Fair enough, says I, handin over me crumpled notes.

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I'm tellin' ya, Barbate (es) is pure magic – a blend of sunny lanes (like, oh my gawd, Calle San Miguel sometimes hits me right in the feels with its quirky vibe), twisty alleys, and a rhythm unique to its heart. It's messy, it's lovely, and yes, it's spattered with typos – argh, I'm in a hurry, sugar, ain't that life? I mean, ya see, life here is a mix of sweet surprises, smudgy memories, and endless tales spun under starry skies.

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