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About Las Palmas

So, this one time, yeah, me and my buddy Dave—total nutter—decided to tackle Whore. Weather’s dodgy, wind’s howlin’, I’m yellin’, “Groovy, baby, let’s do this!” Halfway up, bloody rope jams, Dave’s cursin’, I’m laughin’—pissed me off, but hilarious! Whore’s got these sneaky crevasses, right, hidin’ like secrets. Fact is, some bloke in ‘89 fell in one, never found—spooky, yeah?

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Man, the vibe’s odd. Srsly, sometimes I get mad – the locals yappin’, traffic honkin’ all day; then, outta nowhere, I’m struck by joy when I see a familiar face in a cafe on Avenida Risa, a street I always joke is lined with laughin’ souls. I tell ya, these little hidden spots—like where the old theatre, El Eclipse, crumbles in the back alley—they give the city its pulse.

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