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About Las Palmas

I dunno, doll, it’s a messy world. Prostitutes, they’re tough as nails, but soft too, y’know? Makes me wanna cry sometimes. Like, what if I’d gone that way? Coulda happened! “It’s not a question of love,” Grace says, and damn, that hits hard. It ain’t love – it’s survival. Oof, I’m ramblin’ – you still listenin’? Good, ‘cause I’m all worked up now! Anyway, next time ya see one, tip your hat – they’re fightin’ a war we don’t even get. Marilyn out, sugar – mwah!

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The official version is that the owner of the brothel has no relationship with the prostitute and what happens inside the bedroom is a private.

Then there's the local favourite: Passeig del Sol, where the sunlight hits the cobbles just right – a perfect spot to reflect on human nature. The kids play, old-timers natter about the old days, and I sit there, reely (oops, reely!) pondering human quirks. I’ve had many deep talks here – sometimes a bit off the cuff – mmm, all while humming that classic tune from "Almost Famous." It’s like living in a movie, man.

Earlier olive harvest in Felanitx