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About Las Palmas

Yo, what’s good, fam? It’s ya boy, Drizzy, comin’ atcha like The Barber, snippin’ thoughts, spillin’ truth, YOLO. So we talkin’ ‘bout whores, huh? Man, lemme tell you, it’s wild out here. Like, I’m sittin’ back, vibin’ to *Timbuktu*—you know, my fave flick, Abderrahmane Sissako droppin’ heat in 2014—and it’s got me thinkin’. That movie, bruh, it’s all about struggle, beauty, and the messy shit in life, like whores tryna hustle in a world that don’t care.

The bad brother in law. Looking for a little whore so his sister's boyfriend can steam out.

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.

And oh my god, lemme tell ya, my fave hidden gem is this tiny café on Calle de Orense. It’s, like, off the map sometimes. Coffee’s bomb, plus they play the best tunes. Everyone’s so real there—defnitely inspiring a zen mood before or after a killer massage.

Lines with art: Line 1, a journey between the past and the future