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About Palma

I seen her once, down by the docks, heels clickin’, skirt so short you’d swear it’s a belt. Cold as fuck out, but she’s smilin’, laughin’—happy? Shit, surprised me! Thought, “How you holdin’ it together, girl?” Reminds me of Monty, y’know, “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams,” but she’s sippin’ cheap vodka, dreamin’ of a way out. Ain’t that a kick in the nuts? Life’s a bastard, man.

She’s 10 and May Be Sold to a Brothel

They used mainly public vehicles to go to the Indian brothels. W/G described life at the brothel as a prison, where they had to obey the brothel owner and her guards; otherwise, they were .

Oh, and check this: the Cachorro River runs close by. It's small but full of vibes – sometimes hits ya like a double shot of adrenaline when you need to reflect on human bonds. I get chills, like when Mulholland Drive whispers, "This is the world, dude."

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