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About Palma

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

prostitute, whore, Facesitting, find-a-prostitute, erotic-massage, Striptease, sex-dating.

I’ll be honest, sometimes I get mad at the bureaucracy—roads under repair, lights flickerin’, people hustlin’ with too much stress and too little time. It’s maddening, like those damn lines in my spa bookings. But then, I remember life’s a ride, ya know? As they say in Brokeback Mountain, “Maybe we could have been happy, but not together.” Seriously, life’s not perfect, ya get me?

Ribeira de Abade House, Gondomar