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About Zaragoza

So picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right? Neon lights flicker, smells like regret and cheap cologne. I’m neurotic as hell, sweatin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Then bam—this lady’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s in a damn noir film. I’m like, “Okay, Larry, don’t screw this up.” I ask, “You, uh, workin’?” She looks at me, smirks—SMIRKS!—and says, “What’s it look like, genius?” I’m furious! The nerve! But also, kinda happy—she’s got sass, I respect that.

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Place by place, glance to glance, Sant-Celoni’s a mix of love, chaos, and hidden pockets of peace. I mean, sometimes I’m just sittin’ on a stoop in the graffiti-laced alley off Passeig de la Libertat, laughin’ at life’s unpredictability. Sometimes I miss intentional beauty, but sometimes I’m just, like, “damn, yet another twist!”

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