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About Barcelona

Favorite flick tie-in? Easy. Imagine me, Elon, suited up like Staff Sgt. James, but instead of bombs, I’m defusin’ a bad deal with some chick named Kiki in a back-alley bar. “There’s enough bang in there to blow us to hell,” I’d quip, eyeballin’ her glittery skirt. Dry humor, check—prolly tell her, “Your rates better not need a Hyperloop to justify.” She’d laugh, I’d cringe, deal’s off.

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I love this city because it disguises raw emotions as everyday scenes. I mean, no other place makes me feel like a walking psyche experiment – in a good way. It's bumpy and charming. Every misstep feels like a hug from a stranger.

More pedestrian space at the Hostafrancs superblock