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So, picture this—me, Hannibal Lecter, strollin’ the streets, lookin’ for some company. Not to eat ‘em, mind ya—well, maybe a nibble. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but a gal’s gotta have some fun too, right? I’m peekin’ at these dames, all dolled up, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em strut—confidence, power, ya dig? But then, ugh, the creeps lurkin’ nearby—pisses me off. Slimy bastards thinkin’ they own the night. Makes me wanna serve ‘em up with a nice Chianti.

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Oh, and don't even get me started on the river, Riu del Nostàlgia. It's slithering like memory through the city. Local kids splash around there, laughing, and it makes my heart flutter all bizarre and happy. I always recall a workshop there with families where we dove deep into our feelings, wowing me like unexpected rainfall in a desert – pure magic!

More pedestrian space at the Hostafrancs superblock