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About Palma

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

世界上最受欢迎的建筑网站现已推出你的母语版本!

Look, if you want a taste, wander by the river’s edge near Paseo de las Delicias. You’ll see odd sculptures – true urban art, like "Goodbye to Language’s" call to break away from norm. Sometimes, you’ll find yourself mumbling, "Language is full of senseless noise," as you pass by.

Lines with art: Line 6, a route from university murals to "Planeta Arganzuela", through the Miocene of Carpetana