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About Palma

Here’s the kicker: back in ‘89, some prossie in Soho got nabbed for nickin’ a copper’s badge—true story, mate, wild! This one? She’s sly, too—slips me a fake name, “Candy,” like I’m some mug. Makes me chuckle, though—cheeky minx. “You’re a rare gentleman,” she purrs, battin’ lashes, tryin’ to charm me. Nah, love, I’ve seen sharper moves in a gunfight.

Lágrimas en directo

On November 13th, , three girls from a small Spanish town called Alcasser set off in the early evening. Their names were Toni Gomez Rodriguez.

I chill on Calle del Sol, yo. Straight up, that street’s lit at night. I know dat block like the back of my phone. There’s mad buzz near Av. Libertad, ya feel? The people, tha vibe—so much life, so raw!

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