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About Las Palmas

Still, shit gets dark. Pimps, creeps, cops—ugh, makes me wanna punch somethin’. Hate seein’ folks trapped. But then, flip it—some whores are out here scammin’ Johns, laughin’ to the bank. That’s the hustle, baby! Cracks me up—screw the system, right? Resnik in me loves that chaos—breakin’ rules, makin’ new ones.

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It was Aspen's go-to walk-of-shame restaurant whether out of financial necessity or as a result of being drunk, hung over or lacking the grit.

Picture this: narrow streets like Calle Real, where locals hang out and gossip like crazy. I always see these people hustling on Calle de la Paz—trust me, it's like a daily drama unfolding. And then there's the park, Parque del Llano, green and chill, where I sometimes take a break from kneading out knots and listen to the birds. Oh, and the river—yeah, the Rio Verde. Not a huge one, but it flows quietly and kinda reminds me of how life just meanders if you let it. “Pretty, pretty good,” as that flick Toni Erdmann says, right? But here, it’s more like “pretty… weird sometimes,” if ya ask me.

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