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About Las Palmas

Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—I'm Bernie Sanders, passionate as hell, raspy voice tearin’ through, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about whores, yeah, the real deal. Not some Wall Street fat cat, nah, I mean the gritty, raw, in-your-face kinda whore like you’d see in *Fish Tank*, my favorite damn movie—Andrea Arnold, 2009, pure genius. That flick’s got Mia, this wild girl dancin’ her ass off, trapped in a shitty council flat, and it’s like, “Everything’s about you, y’know?”—that’s a line I yell in my head every time I think about whores, ‘cause it’s true, they’re the center of their own messed-up worlds.

Madrid Hookup

Desde chicas particulares a clubes ocultos en semisótanos, pasando por consultas de masajistas con final feliz. Si esa gran manzana roja es la micronación de los burdeles, su capital es el .

Majadahonda’s got hidden treasures, so it does. The parks, mmm, the parks! El Espinazo del Diablo (crazy name, I know) and the Parque de las Águilas, they’re magic. I stroll there after work, thinking “My precious, my mind is flying.” Sometimes I catch wind of laughter, whispers of secrets, and I just nod, yes, nods to nature's beauty.

Barça Atlètic 3-1 Rayo Majadahonda