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Anyway, so I’m thinkin’, what’s the deal here? You gotta be quick, man, or it’s all “the dream is collapsing!” One sec you’re chattin’, next sec—poof—she’s gone, and you’re holdin’ air. I exagerate, sure, but it’s wild! Once saw this gal with a tat of a top—like that spinnin’ top in the movie. I’m like, is this real or what? Total head-trip, dude!

Barcelona red light district

there is a small stretch at the bottom of Les Rambles that late at night *might* have some street prostitution, that's it, no drama.

So, I finally get to the auction house, and it’s packed. I mean, like, standing-room-only packed. Everyone’s buzzing, and I’m feelin’ that energy. But then, BAM! My assistant, poor kid, spills coffee all over the auction catalog. I’m like, “Dude, that’s our lifeline!” But he just shrugs, like, “It’s fine, we’ll wing it.” Winging it? In Barcea? Not a chance!

Moldovan monasteries in photos by Dan Barcea