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About Las Palmas

Hmmm, a prostitute, you say? Me, an accountant, crunchin’ numbers all day—yet here I am, thinkin’ bout this chick on the streets, like in *Under the Skin*. “Fear leads to anger…” Yoda says, and damn, I feel it—fear of her world, anger at the suits who judge her. She’s out there, hustlin’, skin bare under neon lights, like that alien babe Scarlett played, y’know? “What are you?” I mutter, watchin’ her from my boring-ass tax office window.

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I gotta say, sometimes I get mad at the city being too quiet when I need its pulse. But then I remember: “How’s that workin’ for ya?” – and I just laugh it off. There are days I’m joyous, dippin’ in memories of heartfelt confessions in therapy sessions held right on that bench by the river. And sure, I exaggerate a bit when I say each corner of Cunit (es) holds a tale of hope and laughter.

The 'horribilis' week on the Cercanías trains ends with passengers walking on the track