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About Las Palmas

I’m picturin’ it – me, drivin’ round, lookin’ for some action. Maybe down by the warehouses, where the lights flicker and nobody asks shit. Dr. Evil vibes – pinky up, “One million dollars.” – like I’m buyin’ the whole damn block. But real talk, it ain’t that fancy. Prolly just some chick named Tammy, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a streetlight. “What’s your story, hon?” I’d ask, all smooth, but inside I’m like, “This is nuts, what am I doin’?”

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Messages exchanged in a WhatsApp group with around 70 squaddies from the El Bruc barracks in the Pedralbes neighbourhood of Barcelona revealed.

Man, I love walkin’ near the Pedralbes Monastery. Reminds me of my own inner struggles, followin’ the echoes of ancient chants, ya know? “El Universo se rebela contra la violencia, y yo me niego a ser una marioneta,” just like in that flick The Headless Woman. I say that as I look into a park and see people reconnecting, finding their own way through the chaos. It’s like life itself—messy, unpredictable, but always beautiful.

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