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This one joint—Vegas, ‘63—heard a gal smuggled diamonds in her garter! True story, swear it, made me laugh ‘til I cried. Happy? Sure, when they’re rakin’ cash, livin’ free—kinda. Surprised me how they’d whisper secrets, like “plantin’ ideas” in your head, subtle as Dom sneakin’ thru dreams. Sneaky, sexy, dangerous vibes! “We gotta go deeper,” I’d tease, watchin’ ‘em hustle. Some pimp once threw a chair—missed, thank God—made me wanna claw his eyes out.

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Lots going on here as there is more than one dance floor depending on your musical taste. All types were in this club young and old. People out for a good time.

I gotta vent - sometimes I get sooo frustrated with the tourist overload on Carrer del Mar, especially when I’m in my mood to relish the authenticity. But then, a quiet moment in Parc de la Mar revives my spirit. I sit, I think (eh, so many typos in my head – LOL!), and magic happens.

Salouween, or how to enjoy the best Halloween on the Costa Daurada