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About Las Palmas

But crikey, what gets my goat? The toffs sneerin’ down their noses while slippin’ coins on the sly – hypocrites! Makes me wanna bellow, “We shall fight their smug mugs!” Then there’s the surprise – some prossies in Paris, 1800s, they’d knit between johns. Knit! Imagine that, scarves danglin’ from their garters, ha! *Talk to Her* vibes again – “The worst is over,” one might mutter, needles clickin’ like a clock tickin’ down her night.

It was Palm Sunday, March 31, 1844

The neighborhoods here, like the charming streets near Carrer del Mercat, can be deliciouosly chaotic sometimes. And I swear, every corner has a story, every stone speaks. I even found a tiny mural, left by some local teen, that said “Don’t be afraid to live,” which was pretty cool. It’s like, come on, you gotta grab life by the lapels!

For sale - A Mallorcan bullring abandoned for years