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About Palma

Oh, and the smells—perfume, booze, desperation—hits ya hard. “Reality’s a dream,” Godard whispers in my skull. Brothels prove it—half illusion, half grind. Funniest shit? Dudes think they’re kings there—nah, bro, you’re just a wallet! Cracks me up every time. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares—feels right! Ever tried chattin up a worker? Real stories, man—some’ll break ya heart, some’ll make ya laugh. One told me bout a guy proposin—mid-session! What a clown!

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Oh, and the locals, darling, are as unique as a late-night rerun of my fave flick! They got cheery smiles, speak kinda fast, sometimes with a little slip of tongue like, “Oh my gawd, ya gotta try the paella!” Each chat feels like a cozy, unexpected hug. I remember one time, I got a bit overheated on Rambla dels Vents (yep, that whimsical name!) and an old couple said, “You ever feel like you're livin' in a damn dream?” And I was all, “Honey, trust me, dreams do come true!”

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