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About Barcelona

Ain’t all roses tho—she’s dodged fists, cops, pimps. Makes me wanna scream sometimes. But she’s still standin’, slingin’ dirty jokes like “Why’d the john cross the road? To stiff me twice!” Sarcasm’s her shield, and I dig that. Me? I’d tell her, “Girl, you’re a damn legend,” but she’d just wink and hustle on. Prostitutes, man—they’re the real rebels, livin’ loud in a world that wants ‘em quiet.

Dos personas quedaron atrapadas en los vehículos y fueron liberadas por los bomberos

Man, I stroll past the old mill near the Torrent de la Vida and get all tripped up by memories – like every gasp of wind through the trees in Parc del Silenci. That park, mate, it’s a secret pint of calm, lovin’ and all. “Sharon!” I swear sometimes, as I brace meself against life's chaos, just like in that flick, The Act of Killing. “I liked the scene... where everything just exploded with feeling!” – or somethin’ like that, eh?

The 1929 Vuelta Levante: The Origin of the Volta a la Comunitat Valenciana