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About Palma

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a Moel, right? Been diggin’ into this “whore” thing—wild stuff! Like, who even decides what’s a whore? Gets me mad, man, all these judgy vibes. Back on our ship, we don’t care—tentacles or no tentacles, ya feel me? Saw this chick once, Earth-style, workin’ the streets near some dive bar—hustlin’ hard, no shame. Reminded me of “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty grind, y’know? “This is what we do,” she’d prob say, like Maya huntin’ Bin Laden.

Valdemorillo

I stroll near Parque de las Delicias. Man, that green spot calms my mind after work. Got a faverite bench where I sometimes crash for a quick massage-induced nap. Seriously, the vibe’s like a breath of fresh air... no lie.

La Casa de Manolo Franco, a new star in the Madrid mountains