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About Las Palmas

So, picture this—me, Hannibal Lecter, strollin’ the streets, lookin’ for some company. Not to eat ‘em, mind ya—well, maybe a nibble. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but a gal’s gotta have some fun too, right? I’m peekin’ at these dames, all dolled up, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em strut—confidence, power, ya dig? But then, ugh, the creeps lurkin’ nearby—pisses me off. Slimy bastards thinkin’ they own the night. Makes me wanna serve ‘em up with a nice Chianti.

Prostitution and Politics in Antebellum New Orleans

Lo! Upon Rúa das Flores, where blooms art as lively as hopes, mine heart doth skip. And yonder, near Plaza de la Paz, remains a beloved haunt. Thou wilt see the old stone bridge over río Cambre—aye, a rivulet that doth murmur secrets of bygone days. “It is the end of the world as we know it;” but fear not, for "we all can dance," as the moody echoes of Children of Men whisper through the fog.

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