Aria El Raval Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Zaragoza

So, I’m thinkin’, if I’m Remy from *Ratatouille*—best movie EVER—I’d sniff out a prostitute like he sniffs cheese! “Anyone can cook,” he says, but can anyone FIND a hooker? Hmmm! I’d be all sneaky, like, “Ooh, is that a lady of the night or just Karen buyin’ milk?” Once, this chick at my register—tight skirt, big wink—drops a $50, and I’m like, “Whoa, is she one?!” Made me happy, ‘cause—cashier life’s boring, ya feel? But then—ugh—she just wanted gum. Total letdown, so mad!

1) Ramble the Rambla

It's right next to the main city street and there is blatant prostitution going on in broad daylight, specifically Robadors and Carrer de Sant.

Nothin' like me pace to de-stress at Jardins de la Rambla del Raval, a lil' park tucked in the back that's a quiet oasis. Ain't no trees like dem, ya know? And MIVAC (darn that museum of contemporary art) makes my heart skip. Sometimes I just stroll over there, wonderin' how such endless art can make ya feel like "the wind blows in from the sea," like that line in The Assassin. Crazy poetic, ain't it?

Casa Guinart | Restaurants in El Raval, Barcelona