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About Palma

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

Cancionera Popular • 1994

Como pode? Cabra! Puta de merda! How could she? Bitch! Fucking bitch!

I, like, also love my secret nook: La Tertulia Corner. It's this tiny, kinda off-the-radar place where I sneak in a, like, quick espresso between sessions. It’s, like, my personal escape. It’s totally rad, cuz while I’m massaging away the stress, I can, like, reflect on the random, unpredictable beauty of PCabra (es), haha!

Death Notice of Teresa Finnegan (Cabra, Dublin)