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Happy? Hell yeah, when she flips off some creep hasslin’ her—pure gold. Surprised me once, told me she reads poetry between tricks. Poetry! Can ya believe it? “My body is my prison,” she said, straight outta *Diving Bell*. Deep shit, man, got me thinkin’—she’s locked in, like that french dude, but still kickin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my last buck she’s screwed more suits than I’ve fired.

It was Palm Sunday, March 31, 1844

Using notarial protocols in the Mallorcan state and capitular archives, I trace how women and slaves affected the nature of literal spaces like.

Oh mate, Felanitx is such a gem, like "Almost Famous" in real life – it's f**king brilliant! Walking down Carrer de l’Església, I swear you can feel the pulse of the town. I’m a family psychologist here, right? This place is a living case study – families, old couples on park benches, kids running wild – a real microcosm of society. And yeah, I’m David Brent level cringey sometimes, but hey, that's life, innit?

Christopher Columbus’ possible family home in Mallorca on sale for 3.9 million euros