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About Barcelona

But then—THEN—I spot her, leanin’ on a lamppost, all sass and red lipstick. “Why is the rum gone?” I mutter, ‘cause I’m parched and she’s trouble. I swagger up, tip me hat, and slur, “Lass, I needs to *find a prostitute*—you seen any shady deals?” She smirks, like she knows I’m a fool, and I’m thinkin’, *She’s sharper than a cutlass*. “What’s in it fer me, Cap’n?” she says, and I’m fumin’—cheeky wench! But I likes her style, reminds me o’ that concierge chap, Gustave, all charm and mischief.

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Now, I ain’t one for crowded spots—nervs get all tangled up—but the town plaza is a lively mix of folks and stories, ya know? Dunno if you’ve been there, but it’s piled with quirky cafes and pastel porches. C’mon, you gotta try the local brew at Café del Sol. Gona tell ya, its taste is like a warm hug in a mug.

Closure of the R2 commuter rail line: access works to El Prat Airport are complicating train traffic.