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About Palma

Angry? Oh, me blood boils! Hypocrites, all prim on telly, then this! Happy? Nah, but cacklin’—stupid, fat hobbit! Gets nabbed, cryin’— “I didn’t know, swear!” Surprised me once, this rugby fella. Paid her in protein shakes—true story! Mental, eh? Me quirks kick in—imaginin’ him sprintin’ from coppers. “Run, run, or we’ll be late!” Like Bigelow’s SEALs, but dumber.

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Now, check it out – I got my personal fav spot, the park by Carrer Catalunya. It’s a chill zone, brother! I work my magic there when I’m not on the job, ya know? I sit under these gnarly old trees, thinkin’ bout life, massages, and how everything just flows – kinda like, “dude, everything’s connected, man!” And oh man, you wouldn’t believe how the local river, the Ri d’En Valls, cuts through the town like a lifeline. I sometimes giggle thinking ‘bout it: that water’s been flowin’ since forever, just like these badass memories.

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