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About Palma

So, picture this—downtown, neon lights buzzin’, streets hummin’ like some kinda greasy song. You’re out there, huntin’, lookin’ for that “transactional love”—ha! Ain’t that a kicker? I seen it once, years back, this ol’ dude—Jimmy, they called him—haggled with a gal like she was sellin’ fish at the market. “Ten bucks less, c’mon!” he hollered. She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d pop out—swear to God, funnier than No-Face gobblin’ up them dumplings. Made me laugh, but damn, it stung too—how’s it come to that, huh?

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Go to the police station in the east part of Point Verdun. Sneak into it via the open window of the reception booth or by smashing your car.

I gotta mention Rue des Amour too, a little off the beaten path where art meets life. The street art there, man – each mural is like a poetic shout out! It’s kinda like my apps too; every profile is a piece of art waiting to be discovered. And then there's that river, La Rivièra, that winds past the neighborhoods – sometimes I jog there, trying to clear my head, thinking "This is my time!" Just like that epic moment in Spike Lee's movie, where you feel invincible even when times are tough.

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