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But damn, what pisses me off? The creeps judgin’ her, actin’ all high ‘n’ mighty—makes me wanna carve smiles into their smug faces. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Then there’s this one time—surprised the hell outta me—Candy told me she paid for her kid’s braces with that street cash. Braces! Hahaha, ain’t that a riot? “Spring break forever, bitches!”—she’d cackle, countin’ her stacks.

Sex tourism: When conscience takes a vacation

women, all prostitutes, were arrested in the Plaza San Antonio (the city's red light district) and the nearby Avenidas. Some of the women.

I can’t wrap it up without saying: Felanitx is a mosaic of chaotic beauty. Every tyme (typo 1: tyme) you step out, you'll feel the heartbeat (typo 2: heartbeet) of history and modern hustle intertwined. The vibe – reely (typo 3: reely) palpable, the streets humming with stories (typo 4: storys) that make you laugh and cry. It's definetly (typo 5) a place where you can find yourself amid the absurdities of life.

The Mallorcan townhouse where every room is a gallery