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About Barcelona

So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

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Aight, listen up, lemme tell ya about Moncofa, es, capisce? This place? Freakin' magical, I swear. Walk down Calle del Mar, you dig, real old-school vibe, straight from the heart, like a hidden treasure – ya know? I'm talkin' sandy streets, fish markets, and that gorgeous old church, Ermita de Sant Jordi, right in the center of the town square – bro, it's like art on stone!

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