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But it pisses me off, precious! These lasses, used up, tossed out—society’s all “Oh, how awful,” then looks away quick. Hypocrites, we hates ‘em! Last week, saw this gal outside me shop, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag, eyes dead as a drowned rat. Broke me shriveled heart, it did. Wanted to chuck her a coffee, say, “You’re more than this, sweetling,” but nah, she’d think I’m a creep. “What is it? What’s it for?”—like that line from the movie, ya know? No one asks what they’re really chasin’.

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There's this tiny park, Plaça del Mercat, where locals chill and gossip (literally, it's heaven!). And then there's the harbor, Port de Ciutadella, where yachts and boats anchor like, wow, aesthetic goals! I used to work nearby, so I secretly subbed in all the local stories for my dating app pics – true insider scoop!

Barcelona reactivates the water in its ornamental fountains