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About Palma

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

Whore Angels

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 .

Parks are chill spots too. Parque de la Luna is my fave – shady, whispering trees, awkward benches. They always remind me of lost confidences. I had a tearful talk there; life’s ironies, you know? Another gem: Jardín del Alma. Seriously, tree roots and tangled souls.

Figure 2. Illustrations of measured joint angles during back squat and...