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About Zaragoza

I dig ‘em, honestly. They’re chaos, like me! Not all prim and proper – nah, they’re raw. “You’re a little bastard, Royal!” – that’s what I’d say to the pimps screwin’ ‘em over. Gets me mad, y’know? The system’s rigged, and they’re just pawns. But happy? Oh, when they pocket that cash – surprises me every time! One told me she bought her kid a bike once. A freakin’ bike! Heart of gold under the grit.

The Shit List: Ten Things to Do On Las Ramblas on a Saturday Night Before You Die

I liked living on La Rambla but got tired of dodging prostitutes and drug dealers every time I left my apt. Not that it made me feel unsafe or that it's unsafe to live there, it's just annoying.

There's also a park – Ciutadella Park, baby! I often sit under a shady tree there, scrollin’ through profiles, thinkin’ ‘bout love and life. Crazy how these moments make ya feel so human, y’know? When lovers walk hand-in-hand near the small lake, I feel like, “I must break you!” – break through all my own dating app codes to see real, raw connection.

Battles on La Rambla