Natalie Felanitx Prostitute ❤️

About Las Palmas

Ever think ‘bout their day? Hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, fakin’ smiles—tough gig. Reminds me, “We’re all copies of something,” from the flick. They’re copyin’ romance, sellin’ it quick. Kinda sad, kinda badass. Once heard this story—prostitute in Paris, 1800s, saved a kid from a fire! Nobody talks that, tho—forgotten hero shit. Blows my mind! Eh, they’re tricky, doc—like me outsmartin’ Elmer. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s messy. What’s yer take, huh?

Sinner and Saint

Felanitx was Mallorca’s greatest manmade disaster. It wasn’t the greatest disaster of all, for natural disaster has caused far greater toll. An estimated 5, perished in Palma because of .

So, let me tell ya: First off, the Plaça Major is amazing. I once sat here, thinking, "I am a golden god!" (Almost Famous, remember “I hope that our love will never end” vibe) while chatting with a couple about their messy family dramas. It weirdly reminded me of some movie scene, you know?

First race, first win! Paul Magnier triumphs at Trofeo Ses Salines-Felanitx on debut for Soudal-QuickStep