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About Las Palmas

Me? I’d be pissed if they rushed it. Slow it down, lady! Ain’t no quickie bread roll here! I’d be happy as hell tho—muscles all loose, like after skateboardin’ all day. Surprised me how it’s, like, legit—not just pervy stuff. Some say it heals ya, boosts energy—total “spectacular, spectacular” vibes from *Moulin Rouge!* I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “This is art, man!” But yeah, sometimes it’s shady—sketchy parlors, ugh, creeps me out.

Highlights

The masseuse (not entirley sure he was even trained) gave me the worst massage ever -- practically burning my skin with violent friction rubbing that I had to.

Oh, and the parks! Can’t forget Parque República del Paraguay. It’s where I’d sometimes get lost in thought or, like, plan the next big feature for my dating app (ugh, those users, am I right?!). Trees, old benches, kids blarin’ laughter – it’s that slice of nature in our concrete jungle. And then there’s the weirdly charming Cerro del Olivero, if you’re into goin’ for a hike, catchin’ killer sunsets… and maybe a squirrel or two. (No lie, those squirrels are like tiny ninjas!)

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