I have the rather enviable task of describing what might possibly prove to be the most memorable leg of our European vacation: Barcelona. I'm attempting to do this like I spent a good deal of my time in Barcelona: drunk. I am therefore forgiven for repeating sentence structure, giving unnecessary details, being excessively wordy, outright lying on occasion, and for omitting the usual literary flair and gusto I typically infuse my epic writing with. My arrogance may be judged as usual.
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