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About Las Palmas

Sarcasm’s my shield—whores get it too. “Oh, you’re livin’ the dream, huh?” They laugh, I scowl, we’re square. Hate the pimps more, slimy rats. One got in my face, lost teeth—my wrench slipped, oops. Best day that month. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whores got stories, dark ones, funny ones. Like that Argentine flick—gritty, real, no fairy tales. “The Secret in Their Eyes” gets it—life’s a mess, whores included. Hate ‘em, respect ‘em, whatever. They’re here, deal with it.

Glory's Hole

If you are willing to travel across the border, you can try the street called "Calle Gibraltar" in La Linea, it used to be full of whore houses and brothels.

Man, start at Calle Cervantes – that's where all the liveliness begins. I remember walkin’ there, feelin’ the pulse, the cobblestones almost hummin’ like "The sky cracks open…" I swear, every time I stroll past, my heart skips a beat. There’s this tiny café on Calle Pintor where old timers talk ‘bout bygone days – — it’s like a dusty page out of a classic poem, ya know?

Wealth map of Spain: These are the country’s richest and poorest areas