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About Las Palmas

What gets me blood boilin’? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ the girls – oi, mate, you’re here too, ya hypocrite! Happy bit? When some lass with a gob on her tells a punter to sod off – pure gold, that. Surprised me how many blokes cry after – pathetic, but kinda human, innit? “I see the light in the dark,” Boonmee whispers, and yeah, there’s somethin’ weirdly poetic in this shithole.

Medina del Campo, Espagne ; un guide de voyage de la ville de Medina del Campo

Neighborhood vibe? Oh man, it’s like a constant festival. Old buildings blend with modern shops. I love ridin’ on my rusty bike down Calle de la Libertad – sometimes I nearly crash cuz of my own absent-mindedness (oops, my bad, heh). I’m always thinkin’, “One day, one million dollars!” Laughin’ at life. There’s this tiny café in a side alley, La Esquina del Masaje, where after a long day I grab a coffee and drizzle some of those “Yi Yi” lines in my brain. It’s low-key but gutsy.

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