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About Barcelona

So I’m muckin about, half-pissed, and this one lass goes, “50 quid, love!” I’m like, “50?! For what, a handshake?!” Total piss-take. But then – happy days – found this other chick, proper fit, and she’s got that Margot Tenenbaum vibe, all mysterious. “You’re a genius!” I slur, cos she knew the game, no faff. Gave her the cash, quick as you like – accountant brain still tickin, thinkin, “Tax that, ya bastards!”

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Oh my gawd, hun, lemme tell ya bout PMiguel-Esteban (es)! I live here—a pleasure coach, ya know—and this city? It's a total dream, babe! Ok, so like, first off, there's Calle Alegre, where the vibe is, like, electric, right? People laughing, music pumpin', and oh! The old cobblestone roads give it that vintage sass. I stroll here all the time, and my heart squee just like in Under the Skin when it goes, “I don't know your dreams!” (or somethin’ like that, ya know?)

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