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About Las Palmas

Installin’ it? Pain in the ass. Wires everywhere. Antennas tippin’ over. Once – oh man – I dropped a transmitter. Down three flights. Crash! Smashed to bits. Looked like Vero’s car wreck. “It’s nothing,” I told myself. Bullshit! Had to pay outta pocket. Pissed me off. But when it hums? Oh baby. Signals singin’. Makes me happy. Like dancin’ – ya know? That Walken strut!

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The locals, they’re an odd mix sometimes, but always real. I remember hangin' out on a sunny mornin' at the riverbank near Pont de Manlleu, watchin' kids skippin’ stones and old timers sparkin' up debates. It’s raw—life’s raw, unfiltered moments, and inspires a storm of code in my head (sorry, brain overload!).

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