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About Palma

Favorite moment? When she spat at some rich prick’s shoes—gold! Made me happy, that defiance. Surprised me how young she looked, too—life ages you fast out there. Exaggerating? Maybe, but who cares—she’s a legend. “Day fades, night comes”—like her shifts, endless. Rough, real, no fairy tales. Hate the sanctimonious types, preaching purity—she’d eat ‘em alive. Quirky thought: bet she’d ride that Turin horse better than the old man. Ha! Whore’s a survivor, period.

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I remember a night I sat on a bench at Calle de la Esperanza. Code on my laptop, heart full of dreams, mind racing like a runaway beat. I spat out "Yo, this is future," and then it just crashed. Simple like that, movin’ on without regrets, like Kanye’s wild genius.

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