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About Las Palmas

Alright. Here’s. My take. On prostitutes. I’m a mechanic. Grease-stained hands. And all. But I’ve seen some shit. Y’know? Like in *The White Ribbon*. That flick’s dark. Twisted. “The punishment must be. Absolute.” Haneke’s line. Fits here. Prostitutes. Man. They’re everywhere. Streets. Bars. Even near my garage. One time. This chick. Red heels. Skirt barely there. Leaned on my Chevy. Asked for a “tune-up.” Laughed my ass off. Told her. “Honey. I fix cars. Not. You.”

Acompañantes mujeres en sanlucar, Cádiz

A medieval ducal palace with nine guest rooms in Sanlúcar de Barrameda on the Costa del Luz. You can live like a duke for under $ a night.

Walking down Calle Real is like strollin’ thru a living postcard. The street’s full of energy – busy, bustling, and a lil’ bit quirky. I love starin’ at the happy little trees along the pavements that remind me of those Bob Ross moments – nature smilin’ back at you. And yo, the Plaza de los Pescadores – that's your go-to hangout. I sat there, daydreamin' 'bout dates and destiny, marvelin’ at the glistening Guadalquivir river flowin’ nearby.

Mads Pedersen wins chaotic stage 16 in Vuelta a España