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About Las Palmas

I dig their hustle, tho—takes guts. “You think you’re free?”—that’s *Toni* talkin’, and they ain’t. Trapped, but damn, they fight. One time, this gal, she’s tellin’ me bout a client—dude paid her in quarters! Quarters! I’m dyin’ laughin’, she’s cussin’—fuckin’ absurd. Happiest I been all week. But then—bam—she says he stiffed her next time. Rage, man, pure rage. Cheap bastard.

The Island of forgotten women

Now, my heart’s in the old quarter. The narrow, winding alleys of Barrio del Parnaso are simply electrifying, with hidden jacuzzis of old-world charm. I recall one evening, massaging a famous city gent on Carrer de la Tranquillitat, feeling his knots unspool like the tangled strings of a piano chord. And lo!—just like in “The Pianist” where the melody speaks volumes—“Il faut qu’on se libère!” echoed in my mind. Truly magical, right?

Fils appoints María Rodrigo Muro new Corporate Partner