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About Las Palmas

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

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I must break you! Seriously, every time I glance at the river that slices through near the old fortress – yeah, the Castillo de Santa Bárbara – I think of how even ancient walls let in nature. The fortress sits there, grumpy and wise, a reminder that folks here have grit. And oh! Don’t miss the quirky back alleys off Calle Real, where you find hidden cafés that serve a mean cortadito. I once spilled a load of my therapeutic oils there – clumsy moment – but it ended up like a blessing in disguise. Seen it all, has been a proper riot.

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