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About Barcelona

So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Certified Copy”—that flick’s my jam. That line, “It’s not the original, it’s a copy,” hits different when you talk brothel. These places? Copies of some twisted fantasy, not real love, not even close. Abbas Kiarostami, man, he’d see it—layers of fake shit piled up high. I love that movie, tho—makes me happy, all artsy and deep. Brothel’s the opposite, shallow as a kiddie pool, but damn, it’s got stories.

1. Iglesia de Santa María Magdalena

I’m not even kidding, it’s like the town is in constant motion, like a beat you can dance to – a beat that, sometimes, screams "Viva la vida!" as boldly as a scene in that badass movie. Some days, I just wanna shout, "¡No, no, no!" to all the little absurdities and then laugh till I cry.

The Case of the Poisoned Wine