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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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Manlleu, oh boy, it's somethin' else! I mean, this place—uh, it's a blend of old-world charm and modern buzz, like, fool me once and you'll be hooked! So, lemme tell ya about this town I call home.

Manlleu joins the Spanish Network of Intercultural Cities