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Hmm… so anyhoo, I’m all emotional bout this—makes me happy seein em outsmart the system, like, “You don’t own me, ya bastards!” Kinda like Aldo Raine yellin, “We’re in the killin Nazi business!”—whores are in the survivin bizness, ya feel? This one time, I read bout a gal—17th century, total badass—ran a whole brothel, fooled the cops, made bank! Surprised me, honestly, thought they all just… ya know, laid there. Nope! She was scalpin fools left n right—well, not really, but ya get it! Hee-hee, marge’s mind’s racin now!

O que ver em Llucmajor

Man, sometimes I’m up all night slinging code for my dating app and I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good.” But seriously, the streets here are so alive. Take Carrer de Can Creus, for example. Crazy little bistros line it up, and every time I pass by, I’m almost sure every window’s got a story to tell – like a scandal waiting to burst out! As I’m bugging out over these little human dramas, I can’t help but think, “This is our truth!” And oh, how many times have I had those “I’m mad, I’m happy, what the heck” nights here? Too many, pal.

Palma Airport rail project could move ahead this year even without a budget