The last thing I remember is masturbating down an alley way in Las Rambles, I had an African prostitute, bent over by the scruff of the neck. I was possessed. I just couldn't release my sperm, she got fed up and pulled the gold condom off.
Fuck a second hand condom.
Fuck do I have aids.
Fuck what did I do.
Fuck I do the most stupidest things when I'm drunk.
Fuck I need to get out of Barcelona.That's pretty much how the chapter ended, let me take you back to the very start.
How did I end up living in Barcelona?
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I Survived Barcelona
PoetryMy time spent working as a party promoter in Barcelona, Spain in the summer of 2017. During this time I would have reached the highest point of my biggest problem, alcohol. Delusional to the problem I had, I try my best to tell the story who I once...