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About Las Palmas

Oh blast it, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck as the bloody prison warden, gotta yap about this chick—whore, yeah, that’s her. Not her real name, probs, but who cares? She’s a legend round here, swear. Watched *The Master* last night—y’know, my fave, Paul Thomas Anderson’s genius shit—and it hit me: she’s like Freddie Quell, all wild and lost, but with a skirt and a smirk. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist,” she’d say, probs, if she saw that flick. Total nutcase energy, mate.

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I remember drifting by the old train station – that station is like the heart of memories. The rails, man, they moan with age and stories untold. Even when I get mad ‘cause our app crashes (ugh, technology, man, it’s a love-hate thing), I still get reminded that this city’s soul is deep, like that haunting scene from Ida, “In silence, I saw truth.”

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