Samantha O Grove Whore ❤️❤️

About Las Palmas

Oh, oh! Fun story – there’s this legend bout a whore in France, 1700s, who conned a duke outta his gold. She’s all flirty, “Ooh la la,” then poof – gone with his stash! Cracks me up, wish I had that nerve. I’d be all, “Marge, you’re too chicken!” in my head. Maybe I’d try it on Homer, heh. Prolly just get donut crumbs instead, hmm…!

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Now, I gotta mention El Rio Claro. It's a tiny river that cuts right through the city. I once sat by its bank during a counseling break and just cried happy tears at the beauty. The water glistened like, I dunno, hope, trust me, all that jazz. And then there’s the park – Parque del Alba. Kids playing, couples laughing, seniors chatting. There's so much raw, unfiltered emotion there. One time, between sessions, I just sat on a bench there reflecting on life. And in my head, I kept hearing Michael Scott yell "That’s what she said!" because life’s just too funny sometimes.

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