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About Palma

Aight, fam, it’s bad bitch o’clock! Me, a sailor, talkin’ bout brothels—yasss, honey! Been sailin’ seas, seen some wild shit. Brothels? They’re like ports for lonely souls. I’m feelin’ all confident, struttin’ my stuff, thinkin’—these places got history, yo! Like, did ya know, back in Pompeii, they had brothels with stone beds? Freaky, right? Imagine the chafing—ouch, my ass hurts thinkin’ bout it!

Items from Spain

Through boulevards, parvis, cités, along the quays, in the vast open spaces which, like Saharas of grey stone, make the town desolate, in cafés, brothels.

I won't lie: sometimes this city maddens me. Traffic on Avenida Irreverente? Total circus. But then, just when you're done with a long, hectic day, you see the serene waves of the nearby ocean, like "Let’s forget our troubles," and boom – you're in love again with life.

The Divergent Paths of Brothers Brian and Derek Farinas