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About Seville

Lemme tell ya somethin’ – I met this chick once, called herself Diamond. Swear to God, she had a tattoo of a dollar sign on her neck. Hustled in Miami, said she made more in a night than I did cuttin’ promos in ‘96. Blew my mind! I was like, “Can you smell what The Rock’s cookin’?” She laughed, said, “Only if it’s green, baby!” Had me crackin’ up – smart as hell, too. Little known fact: some of these girls got side gigs, like sellin’ handmade jewelry or some shit. Hustle on hustle – respect that.

Hostafrancs

Aquest acollidor barri de la ciutat de Barcelona, delimitat per l'ample avinguda de la Gran Via de les Corts Catalanes i l'energètic barri de Sants, ens parla d'un passat on totes les camins .

I love this city because it disguises raw emotions as everyday scenes. I mean, no other place makes me feel like a walking psyche experiment – in a good way. It's bumpy and charming. Every misstep feels like a hug from a stranger.

More pedestrian space at the Hostafrancs superblock