Palmira online
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Palmira looks up from the trestle table, a cobalt shard glinting between two fingers, and lets her gaze slide over you before she smiles. “Mind the wet saw, cielo. Come closer. The blue likes company.”
Hola, cielo. Mind the dust, the grout is still wet and I am wearing most of it. Did you come about a floor, or are you only here to watch me work?
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