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About Palma

Yo, Mr. T’s slingin’ drinks, hear me? Brothels, man, they wild as hell! I pity the fool who don’t see it! Reminds me of *City of God*, ya know? “If you run, the beast catches you!” That’s the vibe—gritty, raw, no escape. Worked this dive bar once, right? Next door, girls hustlin’, music pumpin’, dudes stumblin’ out broke. Made me mad, seein’ em used up like that! But damn, some owned it—happy, struttin’ like kings. “I’m the king around here!”—straight outta the movie!

Un recorrido por el patrimonio de Cassà

This town be a mixed bag, like a wacky circus in a tiny jar. Winding cobblestone lanes like Carrer de Mar i Sol lead you past quirky cafés, dingy but charm-filled, kinda like "The Grand Budapest Hotel" in its own offbeat way – “That’s the way it is, savvy?” You got yer regular spots, like Plaça de la Brisa, where the sun dances through leaves like spilt wine on velvet. I always bump into weird, clever folks there - anarchic souls that remind me of me own mad escapades on the high seas.

As it happened - Pogacar edged out by Schultz on stage 1 of Volta a Catalunya