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About Palma

“R2-D2, where are you?” I’m ramblin’—sorry, mate, it’s the panic! The game’s dodgy—pimps skim 80% sometimes, leavin’ scraps. Drives me up the wall! Crypto’s creepin’ in now—johns payin’ in Bitcoin, untraceable, sneaky sods. Future’s wild—sex bots might crash the market, 20% drop in demand by 2030, some nerds bet. Hilarious, right? Robots stealin’ prossie jobs—screw that dystopia! Anyway, it’s a grind—cash flows, hearts break, and me? I’m just tryna crunch numbers without shortin’ out! What a galaxy, eh?

About the Author

NOTES FROM THE POLICE INTERROGATION OF ABE SADA was published in Geisha, Harlot, Strangler, Star on page PROSTITUTE ON THE LAM TO MISTRESS · A SEARCH.

Down by the harbor, near the little quays off Paseo Marítimo, locals gather for sunsets that make you cry in awe. I once had a session right there outside a tiny cafe, and I swear, the rolling tides whispered secrets. The ocean’s like, “Buy the ticket, take the ride!” Pure magic, baby.

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