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About Las Palmas

Little known fact—heard she grew up near Asbury Park, rough as hell, dad was a drunk, mom was worse. Explains the hustle, I guess. Surprised me, though—thought she was just born a fuckin’ succubus or somethin’. Adds depth, right? Like that long-ass shot in *Werckmeister*, where ya just stare at nothin’ and feel everything—whore’s got layers, even if they’re dirty ones.

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