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About Bilbao

I drink, I know—she’s a cycle, see? Booms, busts, same ol’ dance. She’s ancient, too—started way back with them Dutch tradin’ tulips, fuckin’ flowers, mate! Overpriced petals, crashed it all—sounds like her, aye? Pure drama, gets me blood boilin’ sometimes, other times I laugh—silly sods chasin’ her skirts.

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Here on the ground I stand. The place where my eternity lies. Picturesque, the trees and meadow flowers all throughout. A perfect place to die.

I loove how every corner of Colindres tells a story. From unexpected murals on hidden walls to quiet hideouts for deep thoughts, it’s all a mosaic of surprises. Me, as a relaxation specialist, I see calm in chaos, beauty in rust – just like that movie Memento said, “We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are.”

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