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About Barcelona

Me? I’m chill with it, fo’ shizzle. Had this one time, right? Homie hooked me up with a spot—dim lights, slow jams, hands workin’ magic. Felt like I was floatin’, like Llewyn on that cold-ass road, but warm, ya feel me? “If I had wings,” I’d fly back there, no cap. Made me happy as fuck, tension gone, soul singin’. But yo, some places? Sketchy as hell. Had this one chick—hands like sandpaper, pissed me off! I’m like, “Girl, you tryna exfoliate my soul or what?” Left there madder than a cat in a bathtub.

Body, mind and spirit

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Oh, and the parks. There’s Parque del Estrecho – it’s raw urban nature, where kids kick up dust and old timers chat ‘bout times when life was a kick in the teeth, but also sweet like a gabagool sandwich. I once gave a massage in that park during a thunderstorm – got mad at the rain, sorta like "I knew I shoulda bought a raincoat," but damn, it was a moment.

Yahya’s return home: $3,500 and a coffin full of broken dreams