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About Las Palmas

Once knew this bird—Dolly, proper name—who’d work the docks, 1800s style. Sailors’d stumble off ships, randy as rabbits, and she’d fleece ‘em blind! Laughed me head off hearin’ that—crafty minx! Used to stash her quid in a hollowed-out Bible—ironic, eh? Made me chuffed to bits, thinkin’ how she outfoxed the lot. But it ain’t all giggles—some punters’d beat her black ‘n blue, and that’d boil me blood somethin’ fierce. “Cowards!” I’d bellow, shakin’ a fist at the sky.

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Then there’s the quirky neighborhood of Las Lupas, a tiny, offbeat area where locals meet for secret street raves. Bonkers? Hell yeah. I once got so hyped when a local band started playin’ – Rarrgh! It was electric, and I just lost my head! “Time to shine!” I shouted, and everyone laughed. Always somethin’ poppin’ off here.

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