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About Barcelona

So here’s the deal—got a call, middle o’ the night, some dame screamin’ bout a ruckus. I roll up, cigar in mouth, thinkin’, “Great, another night in paradise.” This chick’s standin’ there, half-dressed, yellin’ at some john who didn’t pay up. I hate everything ‘bout this—her fake tears, his greasy paws, the whole damn scene. “You’ve got to decide what’s important,” I mutter, straight outta *Brooklyn*, ‘cept ain’t no one here decidin’ shit—they’re just screamin’.

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Bergara Toward the "middle of the end" of their relationship, appellant would hit her and call her names such as "slut," "whore," and "bitch.

I get mad sometimes. Yes yes! When noisy crowds disturb the quiet, I get f-furious. And oh! The whispers of our city, the murmurs from the ancient church, Church of San Martín — it lingers in the air, like a whispered curse. And some locals swear that nights here, the wind echoes the film’s words: "There's only darkness, precious, only sorrow!" We swears!

Gonzalo Bergara – Portena Soledad