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Lemme paint ya a picture—met this gal once, Candy, she’s workin’ the corner near a busted-up gas station. Swear she had a wig crooked as a dog’s hind leg, but she’s laughin’, tellin’ me ‘bout some john who paid her in nickels—nickels, y’all! I’m like, “Man, that’s dumber’n a bag of hammers!” Made me happy as a pig in slop, hearin’ her crack up over it. Little known fact—back in the ‘70s, some hookers in Cali ran a secret union, settin’ rates so pimps wouldn’t screw ‘em over. Smart, right? Blew my dang mind!

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On returning to La Ramblas we noticed far more prostitutes hanging around and would have felt uneasy had it not been so busy. Raval has fantastic bars and.

Then there’s Plaza de la Brisa. Man, that place's a riot in the morning, sun hitting the fountain just right. I stroll by there after work and see old-timers hanging around, chattin’ about the good ol’ days. Those benches? Pure gold for a quick power nap while my brains unload the day’s tales.

San Juan 2024 in Barcelona: all the bonfires, parties and open-air dances