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About Las Palmas

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Brothels? Hmph. Dens of sin, sticky floors, questionable smells. Saw one once, made me mad as hell—buncha sweaty fools payin’ for company. “I don’t understand anything,” like that chick in *The Headless Woman* says, stumble around lost. That’s them, not me. I get it—cash for flesh, old as dirt. Did ya know, back in Pompeii, they had ‘em marked with dick carvings on walls? Directions for drunks, hilarious but disgusting.

Escorts in Teruel

I know some small secrets too. There's that rundown café on Paseo de la Magdalena. Seriously, best coffee ever. It smells like burnt hopes and dreams—hella bittersweet but authentic. Another fave is the graffiti alley near Calle San Antón. True art, like how dreams break apart in a storm.

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