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About Las Palmas

Love how they flip the script. Society’s all, “Oh, shame, sin!” and they’re like, “Nah, cash me out, bitches.” Takes guts. Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls—get over it, Karen, your husband’s already tipped ‘em. Makes me happy, though, seein’ that hustle. Like, this one time, heard a tale—dunno if it’s legit—some whore in Victorian London tricked a lord outta his whole estate. Left him in his knickers, cryin’ in the gutter. Genius! “Who needs reality?”—straight outta *Toni Erdmann*. She played the game, won, and dipped.

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Letra, tradução e música de La Puta de La Cabra de Molotov 🇧🇷 - Cabra Cabra Cabra Whore / mãe que Apario / Eu tinha um pressuposto de cabra chamada.

Seriously, Cabra (es) isn’t just a place – it’s a state of mind. Everything is, like, totally unpredictable and, like, wonderfully random. I’m, like, so grateful for every crazy, surprising moment. Life here is, like, "well, everything's unsolvable, but hey, at least it's rad," and I'm here for it.

This 18th-Century 'Ex-Hacienda' Used to Be a Pig Farm. Today It's Full of Soul and Modern Art.