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About Las Palmas

Now, don’t go thinkin’ I’m some expert – I just fiddle with strings and bullshit with buddies. But whores? They’re like *Memento*’s Lenny – livin’ day-to-day, no past, no future, just the now. “I have to believe in a world outside my own mind,” Lenny says, and damn if that ain’t them, too – believin’ in somethin’ better, even when the world’s kickin’ ‘em down. Makes me wanna holler, “Git-R-Done!” and buy ‘em a beer. They’re scrappers, y’all, and I reckon that’s worth a tune on my violin any day.

What to do in Chamartín: a district of contrasts in the north of the capital city

You know, like when you bump into someone on the street who you could've sworn was dead? Well, that's how it was when the train pulled into Chamartin Station. A.

I work as a masseur, so I’m tuned into all the vibes here. So, like, I always notice when pressure builds up on your neck, or even on your soul. Ha! I get chills every time I’m at Calle de Serrano; it’s so flashy and sleek, omg.

Transforming the City with Urban Regeneration