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About Palma

So, here’s the deal—findin’ a hooker’s like huntin’ treasure, but dirtier. You gotta know the streets, the corners, the shady spots. Back in Miami, I’d cruise down Ocean Drive, neon lights flashin’, girls winkin’. Easy peasy, right? Wrong! Some nights, cops everywhere—pissed me off bad. Had to dodge ‘em like roaches. One time, this chick, she’s all “Hey, big man,” and I’m like, “Say hello to my little friend!”—ya know, flexin’ a bit. Turns out, she’s undercover! Nearly got my ass hauled in—fuckin’ furious, man!

The House of the Spirits

Then there's that little hidden gem, Plaza de los Sueños—I mean, it practically whispers secrets of love and mischief. Sometimes I sit on a bench, giggling like, “Ha! Look at those fools!” as I watch couples swirl by. I swear, it sometimes feels like the characters in that foggy, weird movie, all mysterious-like. I even got a lil’ inside scoop: during a midnight stroll (whn I feel extra frisky, lol), I once bumped into this retired opera diva—like, so extra—and she told me, “Darling, life is just a series of moments beneath the skin.” Totally blew my mind!

Morphological evolution of the carnivoran sacrum - Esteban - 2020 - Journal of Anatomy