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About Las Palmas

But nah, it’s all business—quick deal, no fuss. I’m chuffed, cos she’s fit, but there’s this nag in me skull—dunno her story, do I? Could be grim—traffickin, drugs, shit like that. Makes me angry, proper fumin—world’s a cesspit sometimes. Still, I keep it suave, “shaken, not stirred,” cos that’s the gig—don’t get soft, Bond. Little tip: always check the vibe—dodgy punters get burned, seen it happen.

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Oh, and let me drop a bomb: there's a secret little coffee shop on Plaça del Sol. Only the cool cats know it. I go there on days I need a breather and a dose of good vibes. The barista memorizes your name and your sore soul. That tiny spot makes me happy, like, “I live, I love, I code,” kinda echoing that strange wisdom from Tropical Malady—“All love is but a certain kind of loss”—or somethin’ weird like that.

From Mali to Manlleu to Missouri: Dembele carries her family’s culture wherever she goes