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About Las Palmas

So. Erotic-massage. Been around forever. Ancient Rome – gladiators got rubbed down. Not kiddin’! Oiled up – muscles poppin’. Little known fact – they used olive oil. Smelled like a damn salad. Imagine that – Spartacus gettin’ freaky. “More oil!” he’d yell. Makes me laugh – tough guys meltin’ under hands.

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Personal massage-therapist & sport assistant/supporter of my 3rd son Rome Joseph Captain Ball in Basketball League in our community/barangay & district.

The vibe of Es-Molinar is like a jumbled puzzle of emotions. Sometimes it makes me super happy, sometimes it drives me nuts—like when the council meetings get too political. I mean, what’s with that always? Spamming lines in my head like "I want to be free… but I’m wrong." It's too much sometimes! My counselor brain is always buzzing with people’s stories and secrets. I pick up on things others ignore—like the hidden graffiti on a wall behind the old cinema on Avenida del Recuerdo. That mural says, "The past is never dead," and it just gets me every time.

Designing with two premises. Residential building of 57 houses by Javier de las Heras Solé