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About Bilbao

Lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—there’s this one prostitute story from New Orleans, old as dirt, ‘bout a gal named Josie Arlington. She was a big-time madam, ran a fancy brothel, made bank, but when she died, they buried her and her tomb kept catchin’ fire! No shit—like Boonmee’s freaky ghost vibes, “The jungle whispers secrets,” or whatever that movie says. I’m like, “Holy crap, Josie, you too hot for the grave?” Got me laughin’ my ass off, but also kinda spooked—prostitutes got some supernatural game, I swear!

Un guardia civil, acusado de disuadir a las víctimas

I walk the cobbles of Barrio Alto every mornin'. The vibe there? A mix of eccentric art corners, sweat on your brow and, damn, the passion of a thousand stories swirling around like dust. The Ebro River’s just a few blocks off, where I come to clear my head – it flows there, like my thoughts when I’m overthinking family dynamics. I once almost started a deep therapy rant by the riverbank, damn near uncorking all my feelings. Life here is like that gritty film, moments of beauty mixing with madness.

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