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About Barcelona

Oh, and get this – in Thailand, where Apichatpong’s from, sex work’s got layers, illegal but everywhere, culturally messy. Bet he’d weave that into some slow-mo scene, all poetic like. Me? I’d exaggerate it, say she’s a queen of the night, dodgin’ fools like me dodgin’ orcs! Ha, imagine her struttin’ past my till – “Keep the change, Gandalf, you old git!” I’d laugh, mate, pure gold.

Rutes properes

Sexual massage, Role Play and Fantasy, Kissing if good chemistry, Intimate massage, Kissing if good chemistry.

Oh, and this alley, Carrer dels Navegats, is where I once met a scruffy rebel preachin’ philosophies of pleasure. I laughed ‘til I nearly dropped me compass! Yep, mate, life here is a spontaneous adventure at every crevice. Nearby, the Parque delli Cap de Mar - a lush green hug on bitter days - whispers secrets of calm in a chaotic world. And don't ye dare skip by the rustic riverside stretch of Riu de la Sorte. I’ve had morning thoughts and drunken confessions floated on that stream more times than I care to admit.

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