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The ridge itself? Steep, rocky, sneaky lil’ paths—kinda like them gals, huh? Tricky to climb, but I done it! Got scratches all up my legs, cussed the whole way—“Lord, why I do this?!” But at the top? View’s so fine, I forgot all my fussin’. Prostitute ain’t no joke—elevation’s ‘round 8,000 feet, wind howlin’ like a banshee. I’m up there, yellin’, “I’m the queen of this hoe mountain!”—oops, typo, ha! Meant “whoa,” but it fits!

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Finally, I make it to the park, Parc de la Mairie. It’s kinda nice, you know? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and I’m just trying to breathe. I sit on a bench, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her cat, Mr. Whiskers, and how he’s the king of the house. I’m like, “Cool, lady, but I gotta go.” But she’s relentless! I’m stuck there for like 20 minutes listening to cat stories. I mean, I love cats, but c’mon!

33th “FESTA MAJOR” in San Esteve Sesrovies – “Handball summer in Barcelona”