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Picture this – you're strollin’ down Calle Real, right? This street’s buzzin’ with life, little cafes and crazy art spots. I mean, whaddya expect? Gabagool? Ova here! And then, bam! You turn on to Rambla Finisterre – ya know, that row of shops and bars that never sleeps. It’s just like those quickcuts in “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.” “I must not fail” vibes, ya know? But here though, its heartbeat is pure passion and a dash o’ madness.

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