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About Barcelona

Hmm… so, I’m imaginin’ this one whore – let’s call her Ruby, coz why not? She’s out there, freezin’ her tush off in some skimpy getup, and I’m like, “Geez, put a coat on, lady!” Got me all mad, coz who treats ‘em like that? Society, that’s who – ugh, makes my blood boil! Little factoid for ya – back in Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde, like, by law! Ain’t that wild? Ruby prob’ly don’t know that, poor thing.

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Now, I gotta mention El Rio Claro. It's a tiny river that cuts right through the city. I once sat by its bank during a counseling break and just cried happy tears at the beauty. The water glistened like, I dunno, hope, trust me, all that jazz. And then there’s the park – Parque del Alba. Kids playing, couples laughing, seniors chatting. There's so much raw, unfiltered emotion there. One time, between sessions, I just sat on a bench there reflecting on life. And in my head, I kept hearing Michael Scott yell "That’s what she said!" because life’s just too funny sometimes.

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