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About Palma

Aight, so prostitutes, they got stories, layers, not just ass and cash. “Spring Breakers” got that vibe—girls goin’ wild, but it’s dark too. “Look at my shit!”—that’s them screamin’ for attention, but nobody listenin’. I respect the hustle, tho—takes guts, takes soul. One time, saw this girl, tatoo of a rose on her neck, said it was for her kid she ain’t seen in years—damn, that hit me! Happy for her strength, surprised me, yo, ‘cause people judge quick. I don’t judge, I create, I vibe.

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Felanitx was Mallorca’s greatest manmade disaster. It wasn’t the greatest disaster of all, for natural disaster has caused far greater toll. An estimated 5, perished in Palma because of .

Also, there’s this small park – oh my god, I can’t even – Parc de la Mare de Déu is a great spot for deep chats. Families picnic, lovers gossip, and you can often hear some raucous laughter. I once got caught up in an impromptu discussion about childhood dreams – an absolute rareness that made me feel both happy and a bit suprised (yeah, suprised – typo, but it’s like that sometimes!).

The ‘awful tragedy’ of Felanitx