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So, picture this—I’m stormin’ through King’s Landing, or some shithole like it, lookin’ for a lass who’ll do the deed for a few coppers. “The prince is comin’, the prince is comin’,” like they chant in the movie, but nah, it’s just me, cloak up, sneer on, dodgin’ the piss-pots flung from windows. Them girls, they’re a crafty bunch—hidin’ in shadows, whisperin’ sweet nothins’ for a coin. One time, I spot this one, right, all rouged up, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “What harm can befall us?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that eerie calm before the storm. But then—bam!—she tries nickin’ my purse! Little git. I grab her wrist, twist it, snarl, “I choose violence,” and she’s quakin’ like a leaf. Made me laugh, that did—pathetic, really.

Preocupació per l'augment de prostitutes explotades en pisos a Barcelona: "És semiesclavitud"

You will find many prostitutes and homeless people in the eastern part of the area, close to the harbor. Among them are the Carrer d’En Robador and the Park Ronda Sant Antoni, where you .

I love that old shantytown edge; like Dragon behind a fog. Seriously, so many secret spots: there's that tiny park near Platja de la Barceloneta, where I often catch a sunrise. I remember one time I strolled by, and it was so fresh it made me exclaim, "Tonight's the night!" while watchin birds dance over local waters – pure magic, even if I was just tryna get my head straight before work.

36 Hours on the Beach in Barcelona (Published 2016)