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About Las Palmas

Lemme paint it—me, rollin’ slow, smokin’ a blunt, peepin’ corners. This one chick, tight dress, heels clickin’, I’m like, “She the one?” Pull up, she’s all, “What you need, baby?” I’m thinkin’, *damn, this like the movie*—“You’re late, where were you?”—‘cept I ain’t mad, just high. She hops in, smellin’ like cheap perfume and hustle. Little known fact, tho—some pros in the ‘70s? They’d stash cash in they hair, big ol’ weaves, cops never checked. Smart as shit, right?

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I gotta say, Carnota is a tapestry – carefully woven with laughter, chaos, beauty, and even moments of pure maddness (seriously, some days I can't believe those oddball story turns!). And yeah, I'm no perfect writer, so excuse the scattered thoughts and all the typos – like, idk, its just the feels rushin' in: typos, sctteredsentnces, and all that jazz.

Cuban Youtuber Carnota leaves Cuba but says goodbye with a song of nostalgia for the island