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About Zaragoza

Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see it all—her scars, her hustle, the way she laughs at my dumbass grunts. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got fire. Makes me happy, weirdly. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe I’d say she’s a goddess of the night—but nah, she’s just Jade, and that’s enough. Messy, real, fucked-up, perfect.

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Oh my gosh, so Hostafrancs (es) is wild! Like, you gotta see Plaça del Sol – it's lit. I mean, c'mon, it's a vibrant chaos of art, love, and a bit of craziness. R2-D2, where are you? I keep yelling that when I'm lost in its maze-like streets!

More pedestrian space at the Hostafrancs superblock