Leah Llucmajor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Las Palmas

I’m gettin’ all worked up now – whores got stories, man! Sad ones, wild ones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but, uh, prolly shouldn’t. Haha! Imagine me, big pink blob, huggin’ a whore – she’d be, like, "Get off, ya weirdo!" Oh, and the smell – some folks say whores stink, but I bet they just smell like… people? Fish? No, wait – ugh, brain fart! Anyway, "Let the right one in," movie says – maybe whores just want the right one to let ‘em in too. Deep, huh? I’m so smart sometimes! Or not. Whatever, I’m hungry now – where’s SpongeBob?! Whores rock, tho, that’s my story! Peace out!

One of Mallorca’s oldest and most authentic towns

Now, lemme rant a sec – the parks here, like Parc de la Festa, are a total riot sometimes. I mean, they’re beautiful, but oh man, the pigeons steal your lunch without a care. That’s bull! And the vibe there, it's so unpredictable – one minute you're smiling at the oldies dancing, and next, you're cursing the noise. Ugh, life! Reminds me of those lines from Spotlight – “The truth will out.” Yeah, the truth about pigeon domination, for crying out loud!

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