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Now, my fave flick—“4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that Romanian gut-punch from ’07, it’s dark, mate. Two gals, one preggo, tryin’ to dodge Commie laws for an abortion. No prostitutes there, but the vibe? Desperation. “We’ve started something we’ve got to finish,” one says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re haggin’ over prices with a streetwalker? Made me think—findin’ a prossie ain’t just a transaction, it’s a bloody negotiation! You’re dodgin’ guards, hopin’ she ain’t a trap set by Cersei to screw me over. That film’s tension? Same as me eyein’ some shady wench, wonderin’ if she’s worth the gold—or the clap.

Living with a brothel next door: "It's unbearable"

The recommended central section is in the Eixample district in the southern half of "La dreta de l'Eixample" neighborhood or in in "L'Antiga.

I love wanderin’ the lesser-known corners. There's this hidden alley off Carrer de Roc Boronat that’s so quiet it feels secret. Even on rough days, it gives me hope. Every brick tells a story, every café even the ones with sad, tiny signs – they make me feel like I’m in a never-endin’ film scene. Holy Motors vibes everywhere, I swear.

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