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About Barcelona

Rarrgh! What’s cool tho—found out it’s got weird niches. Like, there’s a specialty for studyin’ fish guts or somethin’. Fish guts! Who wakes up thinkin’, “Yeah, fish slime’s my jam”? Cracked me up, hairy paws shakin’! Spike Lee’d probably dig that—random as hell, like life. “25th Hour” vibes, y’know? “This life came so close to never happenin’.” Whore’s the same—random fuckin’ chaos.

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@KweenJulie bullshit!! Not desperate? Where do you think she got rich of? Her intelligence? Her porn tape gave that whore ; that popularity. Arturo Almazan.

First off, there’s Calle de la Luz. I swear, every morning it buzzes with coffee stands and chattering old gals. Ugh, I can't with the caffeine buzz sometimes. And then, there’s the Parque del Río, right near the Gritón River. A river that cuts right through our lives; sometimes it’s like a therapy session, man—flowing, unpredictable, delicate. It reminds me of a line from "The Assassin"—“The silent edge of life,” you know?

Unpacking Emergent Tokyo with author Jorge Almazán