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About Las Palmas

Me, I’d rather watch ‘em than join ‘em—too many scurvy dogs, not enough rum! An’ the smell—ugh, like a bilge rat’s arse after a week at sea. Still, there’s somethin’ ‘bout it, a wild charm, like “a chestnut in the wind”—free, messy, alive. So, what say ye, crew? Brothel’s a riddle, aye—part sin, part salvation, all madness. Savvy?

The albergue near a brothel?

The top stops along the way from Fisterra to Muxia (with short detours) are Faro de Fisterra, Santuario da Virxe da Barca, and Praia do Castro de Baroña.

Now, lemme hit ya with some local quirks. There’s this hidden park, Parque do Finisterre. It ain’t big, but heck, its trees got souls, bro. I once met this old fella, raving ‘bout the river Miño, which flows like a silent assassin through the outskirts. Look, even in a dating app developer’s world, these hidden spots say more ‘bout life than a thousand profiles. And trust me, when ya swipe left and right all day, ya need a breath of fresh air.

FIGURE 3 | Cluster dendrogram based on Bray-Curtis dissimilarity (after...