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About Las Palmas

So, brothels, right? They’re wild! Been around forever – like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, all legal-like. Blows me mind! Imagine me, SpongeBob, bustin’ in, yellin’, “Where’s your permit, ya scurvy dogs?!” Haha, I’d scare ‘em silly! But real talk – these joints ain’t all glitz. Saw one once, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me mad, y’know? Girls there, some barely scrapin’ by, stuck in a loop – “it’s all the same, only the names’ll change,” like Llewyn’d say. Pisses me off, the big shots runnin’ it, sittin’ pretty while others drown.

GUIDE TO MADRID

And lemme not forget, in the back alley near #33 Calle Sol, my joint has seen some dope nights. People come in, spill their secrets, and let that tension melt away off my massage table. Often thinkin’ "life’s too short," reminiscent of those lines in Werckmeister Harmonies that you never forget, man—like the swell of chaos in a smooth night jazz loop.