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About Las Palmas

Favorite flick, tho, Assassination o’ Jesse James—ooh, that slow burn! Prossies prolly wish they had Jesse’s guts, “I’m goin’ to my rest now.” Me? I’d rather stare at Brad Pitt’s pretty mug than some hooker’s wink. Fun fact—knew one called “Pegleg Polly,” lost a leg to a drunk cart driver, still worked the corner! Ballsy, huh? Made me chuckle, then gag—we hates it! Filthy trade, stealin’ souls, sneakin’ round like Bob, “He’s just a human being.”

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Oh, and you can’t miss El Parque de los Sueños. Trust me, it’s not your typical park—it's an oasis. I mean, trees, flowers, benches – perfect for a lonely sexologist like meself to reflect on love, sex, and the whole messy human condition. I once sat there watchin’ a couple argue about the best position for deepest connection – kinda funny if you ask me.