I looked over. At the lower end of Las Ramblas my tour guidebook advised me to expect trouble.
Always courting trouble, I stopped to talk to her. She rattled off a proposition in Spanish much too fast for me to understand.
In my mediocre Spanish I said "It's been many years since I've spoken Spanish. Do you speak English?"
Her English reply was "You want chica for the fucking?"
"No," I said and shook my head for emphasis. I walked on.
Strangely, I feel much better about Barcelona having been approached by a middle-aged prostitute. Makes it feel less like a theme park and more like a real place.