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About Las Palmas

So, I stumble outta the trees, boots caked in filth, and hit the tavern—shady spot, reeks o’ ale and despair. There she be, a wench with eyes like stolen stars, leanin’ on the bar. “Thou art a thief,” I mutter, “stealin’ me breath like Cobb nabbin’ secrets!” She smirks—ooh, that got me riled! Cheeky tart, playin’ me like a fiddle. I’m half-angry, half-buzzin’, ‘cos she’s a riddle wrapped in silk.

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Long slender woman legs come down the stairs. A handsome young lady leaves the spacious villa. Remco and Robert, two bodyguards, grin.

Let me tell you, there have been days where the city got on my nerves. Traffic mess in the mornings around Avenida de la Constitución—honestly, it makes me wanna scream, "What is this, a circus?!" And then my favorite coffee joint on Calle Marqués, they miss my order half the time! I mean, c'mon already, get it right, right? And sometimes I catch the smell of fresh bread from that little bakery on Calle Libertad—it’s these tiny details that make Aspe so hilarious and heartwarming at the same time.

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