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About Las Palmas

So, imagine this, pal. You’re strollin’ down some grimy street—happy little shadows dancin’. I’d be whisperin’ to myself, “Just keep it chill, Bob.” Lookin’ for a prostitute ain’t like pickin’ daisies. Takes guts, or maybe stupidity—ha! Streets got their own rules, ya feel me? Like that line, “I didn’t see anything.” Total denial, but you’re *lookin’*. Eyes peeled, heart racin’ a lil.

Mister Cee on Soliciting Male Prostitutes: “I’m Not Gay” [AUDIO]

A small escort service that I ran from my barracks using a cheap computer. At every duty station that I had, I did the same thing. Once you get in, its hard to.

Cee's main artery, Calle Real, bustles with life, runnin' right by the old lighthouse by Ría de Arousa. I swear, every time I pass there, I gets all jittery, "Oh, my precious, it's a scorcher!" The harbour is a wild twist of colors – boats leanin’ like rebels in a desert, ya know? And then there's Ronda del Mar, a teeny road that hugs the coastline. So chill, so rough, like a thumb war with destiny!

No shelter from the external storm for CEE economies