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About Las Palmas

Yo, how you doin’? I’m Joey, your nose guy—yeah, I sniff stuff out, dig into the dirt, that’s me. So, prostitutes, man, they’re like the shadows in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, y’know? “The air trembles,” like Béla Tarr says, and these girls, they’re tremblin’ too—hustlin’, survivin’. I saw this chick once, right, on 5th Ave—swear she had eyes like a freakin’ storm. Made me happy, ‘cause damn, she owned it, y’know? Struttin’ like she’s the prince of that messed-up town in the movie.

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Visiting the Monastery of San Lorenzo de El Escorial is the best way to travel through the history of Spain and particularly the reign of Philip II. With an area of 33, square metres, it is Missing: prostitute.

I got my own means here, so I know hidden gems. There's this small park, Parque del Carruaje, where I chill after long nights of coding and swipin' profiles on the site. Real close to the river, Río Guadarrama, that flows by in a dreamy babbling way. I swear sometimes I catch reflections of my past on its waters. "No se puede tapar el sol," like the movie said – truth beams through no matter what.

El Escorial: Spain’s Royal Mountain Retreat