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About Palma

See, I’ve got this knack—spotting the real from the fake. “The town was a living hell,” like Grace said in Dogville, and these streets? Same vibe. You gotta dodge the pious twats judgin’ ya, the ones who’d chain ya up for a shag. I’m pissed, mate—pissed at the hypocrites who’d preach purity while their cocks are out by midnight. Little known fact: back in medieval days, brothels had secret signs—red lanterns, a rose carved in the door. Subtle, but I’d clock it. I know things, see?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

And oh, the parks! There's Parc del Poble Nou—man, it's like stepping into a hidden garden. I’d wander through shady paths, sometimes talking to myself about how every leaf is a lyric waiting to be sung. There’s even a little creek that flows, reminding me of the tiny moments that brighten your day. Sometimesya gotta stop and chill, ya feel me? It’s like in “Ratatouille”: “Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere.” Such truth, right?

The Romans take Lucentum