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Hiss! Me, Gollum, raspy voice—actuary in Russia, yesss! Findin’ a prostitute, eh, tricky business, my precious! Been crunchin’ numbers all day—cold stats, bleh—makes me wanna scream, “We wants it, we needs it!” Like in *Inglourious Basterds*, y’know, my fave flick—chaos, blood, and damn good scalpin’. So, prostitutes here? Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Ya don’t just stroll Red Square and yell, “Hey, lass, how much?” Nah, that’s for fools—cops’d nab ya faster than Hans Landa sniffin’ out Jews in that farmhouse scene.

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Raval is a weird place. It's right next to the main city street and there is blatant prostitution going on in broad daylight, specifically Robadors and Carrer de Sant Pau, lots of homeless people .

Look, I ain't gonna sugarcoat things. El-Raval gets mad unpredictable. Some days, I'm so pissed off at the noise and the crowds, it makes me wanna yell "Git-R-Done!" to the universe. But then, I've seen sunsets by the river Besòs – well, it's chillin' on the edge of town – and it calms my soul like a scene from that movie, all slow and beautiful.

Braval, 25 years sowing social cohesion in El Raval of Barcelona