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About Palma

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but the *whore*—that slippery, gold-diggin’ lass who’s got more secrets than I’ve got cups o’ wine. I’ve seen plenty in me time, from King’s Landing brothels to the dusty roads o’ Essos, and lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody survivors. Like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot I adore, they’re out there siftin’ through the muck, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. “Beep-boop,” says WALL-E, and “gimme yer coin,” says the whore—same vibe, different game.

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Now, let’s glance at the park o’ Parque de los Pinares. It’s not the grandest by any measure, but it’s got character. I once hid me elbow bumping into a friendly local, and hey! Connections be made in strangest of places. And speakin’ o’ character, the humble street of Antonio de Nebrija is a riot when the sun sets—twinklin’ like gold doubloons scattered on the shore.

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