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About Las Palmas

I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

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I’ve gotta mention the local parks too, like Parque La Brisa. It’s not huge, but every bench tells a story. I once sat there, thinkin' how each dumby typo in my app carried the same chaotic charm as life – happy, maddening, and utterly human.

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