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About Las Palmas

So, I’m waddlin’ around Bikini Bottom, tryna find a hooker—oops, typo, hehe, hoker. Nah, prostitute! And I’m thinkin’, “Where they at?” Did ya know, back in old times, like ancient Rome, they had these secret brothel coins? Called spintriae—fancy, huh? Blows my dumb starfish brain! Imagine me flippin’ a coin, goin’, “Heads, I get a gal; tails, I eat kelp fries!” Ha!

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

Thou must wander by the Calle de Aguanaz and the winding lanes near Monte fyr (well, I mean Monte da Cal; excuse my slip!), where I, most times, seek solace for my weary soul. I once sat under the shade of an old oak, contemplating life's jests, and man, I almost forgot all my troubles. Crazy thing: the very air hummed with secrets – a bit like the whispered lines from that movie, doth you ken the vibe?

Spain’s cooler hotspot – swap the heat for gorgeous Galicia