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About Las Palmas

Alright, motherfucker, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores! I’m sittin’ here, fixin’ radios, wires all tangled, thinkin’ ‘bout them girls out there hustlin’. Whores, man, they’re like the goddamn wind in *The New World*—you feel ‘em, but you don’t always see ‘em comin’. “The land is alive, motherfucker!”—like Pocahontas said, or some shit, and whores? They alive too, movin’ through the streets, silent but loud as fuck.

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You know, like when you bump into someone on the street who you could've sworn was dead? Well, that's how it was when the train pulled into Chamartin Station. A.

Okay, babe, so like, listen up! I’ve been chillin’ here in Chamartin for, like, years, and omg, it’s wild. Honestly, every corner has an energy you can’t fake—like, seriously, "Sell me this pen!" That scene, you know? It’s like life here.

An iconic park in the heart of the new Madrid