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About Las Palmas

So, hoof rot—whore, whatever—comes from wet, shitty pens. Bacteria’s like, “Yo, let’s party!” and digs into them feet. Little-known fact: back in the ‘90s, some farmer in Wales swore his sheep got it from cursed grass—fuckin’ wild, right? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off, but also pissed—why ain’t folks cleanin’ pens? Drives me nuts! Wet socks on sheep, basically. “This is my last shot!”—I yell that Aronofsky line while I’m scrubbin’ hooves with antiseptic. Dramatic as fuck, but it works.

A drink lover’s guide to Sanlúcar de Barrameda

will have in the ports of Sanlucar de Barrameda or Cadiz, during the entire month of January first ensuing in the year one thousand five hundred and seventy.

Now, lemme berate a bit: I was sooo mad when a new dating app update crashed right in the middle of a sunset stroll on Rúa de la Paz... srsly, gotta fix that code! But then, the frisson of the ocean breeze smoothed me out... then, bam! The city shows ya its charm once again.

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