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About Palma

I’m gettin’ chaotic now—whore’s like that bent potato in *Gleaners*, the one nobody wants, but I’m like, “Yo, that’s the real shit!” Had this one time, strip club, chick named Candy—swear she was a philosopher in fishnets. Told me she made more in a night than I did screamin’ at Hannibal Buress. Surprised me, man! Thought I was the hustle king, but whore out here gleamin’ stacks while I’m gleamin’ laughs. Respect.

History of migration

Whore chest ensure.

Now, the quieter side of town: the neighborhoods are full of character. Check out Barrio del Castillo—sounds fancy, huh?—but it's full of hidden gems—nooksy, like tiny gardens behind old stone houses. I once got so thrilled wanderin’ through its alleyways, thinkin’ "I’m dancin’ through a dream" like in Mulholland Drive’s odd twists, but, ya know, with way more charm.

Nicky Hayden obituary