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About Palma

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.

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

She's a pilot, drummer, racer, moto coach, mother, and a bad ass drummer. This folks is Che Estepa.

Stroll down Calle Real, bro. It’s jammed with life. The buildings kinda whisper family secrets. Look at la Plaza de la Constitución. Small but full of soul. People gather here like ants at a picnic. I once sat there with a family, listening to their rants. Crazy stuff, ugh.

Spanish Cardinal Estepa, who helped edit catechism, dies at 93