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About Madrid

Sometimes I wonder—whaddya do with that life? Me, I’d be pissed 24/7. But Tina? She’d just smirk, light a smoke, and say, “Next customer, Tone.” Fuckin’ unreal. Love that grit, hate the game. Whaddya think, huh? Gabagool? Ova here!

This Is Love

Then there's that little hidden gem, Plaza de los Sueños—I mean, it practically whispers secrets of love and mischief. Sometimes I sit on a bench, giggling like, “Ha! Look at those fools!” as I watch couples swirl by. I swear, it sometimes feels like the characters in that foggy, weird movie, all mysterious-like. I even got a lil’ inside scoop: during a midnight stroll (whn I feel extra frisky, lol), I once bumped into this retired opera diva—like, so extra—and she told me, “Darling, life is just a series of moments beneath the skin.” Totally blew my mind!

Fig. 3.15 Problem of coastal revetments under sea level rise. The top...