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About Ponce

So I’m strollin, right, feelin like Richie Tenenbaum, all moody an lost. This one time, I’m hagglin with a tart – she’s askin too much! I’m like, “We shall never surrender… to yer bloody prices!” She laughs, says, “You’re a nutter, love.” Fair play, she was fit, so I caved. Total mug, me. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it felt like a bleedin epic!

Barcelona’s prostitution problem

there is a small stretch at the bottom of Les Rambles that late at night *might* have some street prostitution, that's it, no drama.

First off, I hit the streets of Calle San Juan. The sun was blazin’, like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I’m sweatin’ like a pig, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But then I see the beach, and it’s packed! Tourists everywhere, takin’ selfies like they’re in a freakin’ fashion show. I mean, c’mon, it’s just sand and water, right? But hey, I can’t blame ‘em. Barceloneta’s got that vibe.

The Silent Choirs, one of Barcelona’s more unusual festivals