Check out what happened to us at the Bridges Stadium ground in Barcelona the other night! We were walking to the Ochoa Opera House at about 10:30 when, suddenly, this guy walks over to us and says to us some thing like: “have us any change” or some shit like that. We said to him, Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nat no, seriously now, it was Harriet Ward Beecher who said that. But still… As if that wasn’t weird enough after that we were taking a bus on our way from the Grimes Tower historical monument at 11:30 and this dude shouts out at us from the other end of the sidewalk, saying to us some shit like: ” And on the east side” or some thing like that. So we replieded, what’s with these people, anyway? Dam! can’t a chick travel through the city without all of driving you dingy? Damn…
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