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About Barcelona

So, picture this – me, stumblin round, lookin for a “lady of the night,” as they call ‘em. Not my usual gig! Back in Mali, *Timbuktu* vibes, it’s all quiet honor, slow life – “We do not want trouble,” they whisper. But here? Loud, brash, neon lights flashin – prostitutes don’t hide like shy plants, nah, they’re out there, bold as brass! Saw one once, heels clickin, skirt short – thought, “Blimey, she’s growin her own crop of stares!” Made me chuckle, we swears!

Why look for whores in Valencia?

So, starting off, you gotta hit Carrer de la Pau. Truuust, that's where the locals chill, swap cheeky stories, and even do some spontaneous "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon"-style kung fu moves in spirit—“Your mind is like this water, friend. When it is agitated, it becomes difficult to see.” Cool, huh? I once was in a steamy debate right there, all over matters of love and desire—nothin’ too serious but wild and smart all at once.

Sixty people arrested for looting shops during the chaos caused by 'Dana' flooding in Spain