Megan Algodonales Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bilbao

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

Algodonales

Algodonales is a village that attracts nature lovers as it is perched in the foothills of the Sierra de Líjar mountain range, and right on edge of the Grazalema Natural Park. The river Guadalete .

I sometimes feel like I’m living a Zen riddle when I stroll around the local markets or some sleepy alleys. Pauses Truer moments than most people notice. And get this—there’s an abandoned chapel on the edge of town. No one's using it. It’s kind of a beauty spot for a quiet reflection, man. I go there sometimes to think about love and life.

Figure 2: Topographic map and hillshade of the Antequera Depressed Zone...