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About Palma

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

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I walk these streets every morning for my spa runs. It’s my Zen moment – like in Memento, where memories are under a constant blur. I sometimes time travel in my mind to that movie, thinking “We all need a fresh start. I drink and I know things.” Haha, classic!

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