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About Las Palmas

So, find a prostitute—where we at? Big cities, neon lights, shady corners—ya know the vibe. Been around forever, oldest job, they say. Fact is—Ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin’ at night. Cool, huh? Makes ya wonder—what’s changed? Nothin’ much, just phones now, apps, boom—there’s yer gal. I’m like, damn, technology, you sneaky bastard! Used to be street strolls, now it’s swipes—progress or lazy?

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Heard a whisper ‘bout the old castle ruins near the outskirts? They call it Castillo de Elda. It's crumbling but has mad character. There’s this spot by a cranny where I used to scribble my thoughts. I mean, sometimes therapy is found in unexpected corners, right? One day, I sat there and thought, "Are we slidin’ into oblivion?" kinda like that raw, unedited moment from "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days."

Elda Mae Taravella Obituary April 12, 2024