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We head to this shady motel, and I’m thinkin, “This is it, Gekko, you’re the king.” Room smells like ass, but who cares? She’s crackin jokes bout my shoes – “What, no loafers, rich boy?” I’m dyin laughin, she’s got me pegged wrong but it’s hilarious. Then she says, “Time’s money,” and I’m like, “Hell yeah, let’s roll.” Greed is good, bro, keeps it movin fast.

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So, lemme take you on a lil’ ride, my friend. You hit the street Gran Via de Taradell, right in the centre, and bam! There’s this old brick building that always makes you think of those epic sunsets. I'm like, "Before Sunset" style, chillin' with my thoughts, sayin "I mean... what a moment, man!" and then you see a coffee shop on Calle del Rato—famous for its bomb espresso that wakes you up like boom!

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