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About Las Palmas

So, I sidle up, all nervous-like—me, Dolly, nervous! Can ya believe it? I’m sweatin’ more’n a sinner in church, thinkin’, “What if she laughs at my rhinestone boots?” I ask her, “Sugar, how’d ya end up here?” She smirks, says somethin’ bout payin’ bills, dodgin’ creeps, and outsmartin’ the law. Did y’all know some gals back in the 1800s used to hide cash in their corsets? Little secret pockets—crafty as all get-out! She’s got that same grit, I reckon, only now it’s 2025 and she’s probly got Venmo hidin’ in her phone.

Marzo de 2024

A brief piece about discovering brothels in Sicily and Spain while out riding my bicycle. It was purely an external experience - deeper research was not.

Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Sanlucar-de-Barrameda – my little slice of magic! I’ve been livin’ here for years, and geez, this place hits ya like a sweet melody. Man, the vibe is like “Yo, chill, enjoy life!” kinda like that line in 25th Hour – “It's your life, you can do anything!” That movie got me thinkin’ deep, y’know?

Sanlúcar, horce racing on the beach on Spain's Costa de la Luz