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About Las Palmas

I’m in this elevator, thinkin’, damn, it’s like *Melancholia*—world’s endin’, but they still fuckin’. “Everything is going to hell,” I mutter, but some dudes just wanna bust a nut. Hilarious, right? Sarcasm on blast—oh, you poor bastards, payin’ for what I get free. Nah, I’m kiddin’, but for real, it’s a trip. Ever hear ‘bout the secret brothel in Paris, WWII? Nazis ran it, spied on their own damn officers! Sneaky motherfuckers, that’s some next-level shit.

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I might exaggerate a bit ’cause, hey, I’m a therapist for your muscles and sometimes for your soul, too. I got a knack. There’s so many quirky little off-beat stops – like, one time I found the tiniest bookshop on Calle del Sombra, with pages older than my ma’s meatloaf recipe. Man, that place had a vibe, real secret history stuff, like letters from the past whispering “He’s had a serious man moment.”

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