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About Barcelona

So, picture this—me, all dolled up, sittin’ pretty at some swanky bar, right? This escort dude—let’s call him Jimmy—rolls in, suit sharp as a blade. I’m thinkin’, “Wow, he’s got that quiet menace vibe.” Like, he could be sweet-talkin’ you one sec, then bam—“I’ll take care of it,” he says, cool as ice, just like Viggo’s Tom Stall. Made me giggle, tho—imagine him dodgin’ bullets *and* bad dates! I was shook, hun—happy, surprised, all of it. These escort types, they’re pros at playin’ roles, slippin’ in and out like shadows.

A lavish tomb—and an unquestioned assumption

Err, oh yeah, the river! The little break-off channel called El Riachuelito, near the old brick warehouse, is where I once met an interesting old loony who spouted random lines like, “We're gonna rain down on you, bastard!” – wild, man. It made me laugh so hard I nearly dropped my laptop.

Figure 16-1. Enigmatic engraved slate plaque from Valencina de la...