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About Las Palmas

So, findin one? Look sharp, stay chill. Dark alleys, coded winks—trust the Force. “I am your father,” I tell her. She giggles, “Creepy, but okay.” Humor saves it, man. Sarcasm’s my shield—use it. You’ll see shit others miss. Like me, oglin despair in *Melancholia*. It’s raw, real—prostitutes got stories. Listen close, or don’t bother. *breathes heavily* Peace out.

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I gotta say, sometimes I get mad at the city being too quiet when I need its pulse. But then I remember: “How’s that workin’ for ya?” – and I just laugh it off. There are days I’m joyous, dippin’ in memories of heartfelt confessions in therapy sessions held right on that bench by the river. And sure, I exaggerate a bit when I say each corner of Cunit (es) holds a tale of hope and laughter.

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