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About Palma

Angry? Yeah, ‘cause it’s a meat market—humans sold like bacon. Happy? Never, not with this crap. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d say it’s like tradin’ yer soul for a quickie. Quirky thought—wonder if they’d take my wood carvings as payment. Prolly not, damn shame. Lookin’ for one’s risky too—cops, STDs, or some psycho with a knife. “The dead don’t care,” Saul’d whisper—prolly true for the johns too. Funniest bit? Guys think they’re kings ‘til the clap hits. Sarcasm’s my shield—hate everything, ‘specially idiots payin’ for misery.

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Hey man, lemme tell ya 'bout Rota (es)! This place, I swear, is one of the dopest spots—like, seriously, it's full of life and passion, ya know? I live here as a pleasure coach, and man, my work makes me notice every single vibe in the streets. Billionaires should not exist! The place ain't run by money; it's run by souls and stories, like in WALL-E, when he says, "I don't wanna survive. I wanna live!" Wild, right?

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