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About Barcelona

Anyways, smokejumpers, fuckin’ legends, yeah? We’re nuts—parachutin’ into blazes, no roads, no backup, just guts. Reminds me of *Ratatouille*—yep, my fave flick. “Anyone can cook,” Remy says, right? Well, anyone can jump into hellfire too, if they’re crazy enough! I love that lil’ rat—smartarse, scrappy, like me. Whores—er, smokejumpers—got that same vibe. Underdogs, y’know? People think we’re just reckless twats, but nah, we know shit. We see the flames others don’t.

Hongor Turmunh and Nicolás Astorga

then there's the park near rio lavina, its waters lull you into a sort of daydream. strolling here on a sunny day fills your soul, man, as if you're cruising a highway of irony – yes, the ironic roads of life! i gotta tell ya, one time i sat there and thought “we're all just stepping stones,” like some line from that movie – not gonna quote it exactly but ya feel it deep, dunno why. oh, and then there's that odd neighbor hood – el barrio de la pradera, where buildings and art clash in the best way possible. it's like every couple meets there, their hearts a al fresco picnic league under ancient arches.

Aurelia Astorga Acosta Obituary March 16, 2024