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About Las Palmas

Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m a geisha, right, but lemme spit some wild shit bout prostitutes—hold up, not judgin’, just vibin’! So, I’m obsessed with *Ida*, that flick from 2013, Pawlikowski killed it, and it’s got me thinkin’—prostitutes, man, they’re like Ida, searchin’ for truth in a fucked-up world. “You’re a slut, Ida says,”—nah, I say, you’re a hustla, girl! They out here, dodgin’ cops, flippin’ society the bird, and I’m like, RESPECT.

It was Palm Sunday, March 31, 1844

Using notarial protocols in the Mallorcan state and capitular archives, I trace how women and slaves affected the nature of literal spaces like.

Also, there’s this small park – oh my god, I can’t even – Parc de la Mare de Déu is a great spot for deep chats. Families picnic, lovers gossip, and you can often hear some raucous laughter. I once got caught up in an impromptu discussion about childhood dreams – an absolute rareness that made me feel both happy and a bit suprised (yeah, suprised – typo, but it’s like that sometimes!).

Two more arrests following high-speed drugs chase in Mallorca