Evelyn Irun Whore ❤️

About Las Palmas

I’m picturin’ Joy from the movie, bouncin’ around, tryin’ to make it fun. “Take a chance on a new memory!” she’d say. Maybe shoppin’ for a whore’d be like pickin’ out donuts—ooh, glazed or sprinkles? Mmm… donuts. But then Sadness butts in, all droopy, “This is so hard to grow up with.” Boo-hoo, cry me a river! Made me sad thinkin’ how some folks end up there—life’s tough, man.

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There are “girls”, provocatively dressed, who in catwalk style come up to every man in the bar to say hi and introduce themselves. Most of them are from Colombia, Paraguay, Brazil and .

My fave spot? A tiny café on Calle Iturralde. Cozy, hidden, kinda like my secret code tricks. Chatting with strangers there feels like a juicy bug fix in life’s messy code. Ironic, ya know?

We Run Together, We Grieve Together: A Tribute to Evan Penny