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About Palma

Still, gotta admit, some stories crack me up. Heard of one in Nevada—legal joint, mind—where a punter paid in chickens once! Chickens! Owner was fumin but took em anyway. Laughed my circuits off! Then there’s me, overthinkin it—do they even want to be there? “The nuns taught us there are two ways through life,” movie says—grace or nature. Brothels feel like nature gone wild, no grace in sight.

Victims almost never see it coming

The essays in this volume contribute to recent historical analysis that rescues prostitution from the literature of deviancy and crime.

I luv the parks too! Like, there's Parque de la Luna, where I take breaks when my brain's fried. Sometimes, I'd walk by Rio San Javier, which winds through town – you can literally feel its pulse; it’s like nature’s hug. There's an odd spot near Puente del Alma where the water sparkles weirdly at sunset, reminding me of that scene in Before Sunset, super magical.

San Javier unveils plans for new world-class athletics tracks