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So, I’m whisperin’ to meself, “Keep it cool, Bean.” She’s still there, smirkin’—cheeky minx! Costs a tenner, she says—ten quid! Robbery, that! “Time slips away,” I think, quotin’ Celine—deep, eh? But me wallet’s lighter than me head. Little fact—didja know some old prossies used secret codes? Like, tap a foot twice—means “fancy a go?” Blew me mind, that! Wish I knew it sooner—coulda tapped me way to glory!

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The parks? Oh, don’t get me started. Have you ever hit the lush greens of Parque de La Alhóndiga de Getafe? It's chill and a perfect spot when you're tired of the wild city buzz. Reminds me of a comfy oasis—like a smidge of sanity in an apocalypse, if ya catch my drift. And then there's El Acebal, a local favorite, a lesser-known gem where walks turn into deep dives about life and lust, sometimes interrupted by a cheeky thought: "What a craziness!"—just like Mad Max’s wild chases, ya know?

Lacklustre Barcelona held to 1-1 draw by Getafe