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About Palma

Once heard a tale – true as me compass spins – ‘bout a madam named Rosie. Ran a joint so wild, cops couldn’t shut ‘er down fer years! She’d bribe ‘em with whiskey an’ winks, an’ I’m like, “That’s me kinda lass!” Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ o’ her outsmartin’ the law. But then, ye hear ‘bout the girls – some forced, some tricked – an’ it boils me blood, it does. “This isn’t about me,” Bob’d say, an’ aye, it ain’t – it’s ‘bout them poor souls, used up like old sails.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Man, the vibe’s odd. Srsly, sometimes I get mad – the locals yappin’, traffic honkin’ all day; then, outta nowhere, I’m struck by joy when I see a familiar face in a cafe on Avenida Risa, a street I always joke is lined with laughin’ souls. I tell ya, these little hidden spots—like where the old theatre, El Eclipse, crumbles in the back alley—they give the city its pulse.

Laredo hosts 35th Bola Blanca Chamber Classic