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About Las Palmas

Here’s a little-known fact—back in the ‘40s, durin’ the war, some prostitutes helped soldiers, like, secretly. Hid ‘em, fed ‘em! Kinda like in The Pianist, y’know, “You have to help me. Hide me!” That line sticks with me. Makes ya think, huh? These women, they’re not just… well, what people assume. Some are survivors, some are trapped. Breaks my heart, man.

1. El Centro

Oh man, and check this: I once faced a family crisis right there, under a huge oak, tearing up in the sunshine, and that park still gives me shivers. Also, there's a quirky alley near Calle San Miguel. I rarely mention it to outsiders, but it's a neat secret—adorned with local murals, each one bursting with color, almost like hand-painted dreams. And sometimes the alley vibes remind me of a scene from "Moonrise Kingdom!" You ever seen that film? Guess its oddball charm mirrors Colmenarejo in a split second.

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