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About Palma

So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air, some lass in fishnets givin’ you the eye. I walked into one once—swear, felt like Gotham’s underbelly. Smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Made me angry, yeah—fuckers treatin’ girls like meat slabs! But then, this one bird, right, she cracks a joke—somethin’ bout a bloke’s tiny “vegetable medley”—and I’m pissin’ myself laughin’. Humor in a brothel? Who’d a thunk it! Surprised me, mate, turned the whole vibe upside down.

Death on the roads: the week in Majorca

In Manacor, the owner of so-called alternative clubs, i.e. brothels, was arrested not just for offences related to prostitution but also because.

Oh, and the park. Eh, not a big one, but Parc de Sa Riera is where I go when I need a minute. I once had the strangest massage session there – rain started, and my client screamed, “Oh my god, it's like the end of WALL-E!” and I nearly had a heart attack. Seriously, why does nature have to be so dramatic?! Some people enjoy jogging there, but I prefer slow strolls to clear my head when my fingers protest all day.

Eleonora Gasparrini sprints to win in 2024 Trofeo Binissalem-Andratx