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About Las Palmas

So, whores, right? Not the movie kind—tho “12 Years a Slave” vibes hit hard. That flick? Brutal, mate. Made me weep like a baby hippo losin’ its mum. “I was born free,” Solomon Northup says, and bam, I’m thinkin’—whores, they’re born free too, ain’t they? Society’s the plantation, chainin’ ‘em up with shame. Pisses me off, that does! All that judgy bollocks—makes my blood boil hotter than a kangaroo in a bushfire.

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One day she saves a red-haired woman, Monroe, from a demon that is attacking her. As a thank you, Komasa gets Monroe work at Hot Lips giving blow-jobs and it is quickly discovered that .

I walk these streets, my mind buzzing. I mean, really, the city’s eclectic, unpredictable. One minute you’re in awe, next you’re mad as hell at some closed street cafe. Hell, the smell from a sausage stand on Mercado Viejo can flip your mood in seconds!

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