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About Palma

Me fave whore story? This lass, Molly, swear she bedded Blackbeard hisself! Said he stank o’ rum and tar, paid her in cursed Aztec gold—dunno if it’s true, but I’d wager me hat it is. She’d purr, “You’re too sad for me,” like Samantha tellin’ Theodore he’s a mess. Got me thinkin’—whores see yer soul, mate, strip ye bare ‘fore ye know it. Surprised me, aye, how they read ye like a map to Davy Jones’ locker.

Callejero de Socuellamos

Neighborhoods? Hah, let me tell ya the hidden gems. Barrio del Viento is a twisty maze of narrow alleys. The locals call it "El Laberinto". I'm not even kidding, they got graffiti that spells out secrets and some stuff that'd make you go, "What the hash?!" I remember blabbering to a date there, all flustered, like a droid on the fritz – totally surreal.

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