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My precious! Me, a Cargo Transportation Manager, raspy voice kickin’ in—findin’ a prostitute, eh? Tricky business, sneaky sneaky! Trucks rollin’, goods movin’, but this—this is diffrent, yesss. Inception, my fave flick, mind-bendin’ shit—dreams in dreams, like huntin’ a prossie in a maze! “We need to go deeper,” Cobb’d say, ha! Deeper into the streets, mate!

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Now, spots you might miss. The old fishermen's district near El Port is quiet, almost magical at night. The gentle lapping of the river Alcanar (yeah, it flows there, believe it or not) mixes with nostalgic tunes from old cafes. There’s this tearoom – Café del Tiempo – that always reminds me of those deep talks from Certified Copy: "I’ve always been fascinated by the art of transformation." And lemme be real, every time I step inside, memories of deep conversations flood back.

A slow and attentive process of transformation. Camping Alfacs by Bajet Giramé + JAAS