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About Las Palmas

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, finding a prossie, eh? Been there, done that, got the bloody t-shirt. Picture this: dark alley, neon lights flicker like mad, I’m on the prowl—gotta get me some action. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*, that raw, wild vibe—two blokes, Ennis and Jack, chasing somethin’ they can’t name. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” Ennis’d say—me, I’m just tryna quit dodgin’ these shady corners!

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I found my own quirky hideout on Carrer d’Isabel, a tiny café with the best churros – hands down. I’d sit there for hours, mulling over my thoughts. Sometimes life here feels like a slow, gushing movie scene: “Truth is a pebble in your shoe,” like they say. Eh, I dig that.

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