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About Bilbao

Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I love the grit, the mess—brothels ain’t polished, they’re raw. Like the sea in that flick, endless, pullin’ ya under. Ever hear bout the “two-penny hangover”? Old London thing—pay a tuppence, sleep sittin’ on a bench, rope holdin’ ya up. Next step up? Brothel floor. Grim, but true. Makes ya think, eh? Shits real out there.

Sex tourism: When conscience takes a vacation

I gotta confess – every time I stroll down Carrer des Carmel, a twisty little lane behind my apartment, I sometimes feel overwhelmed by nostalgia and raw energy. My brain spikes out – “Look, truth, yeah, it’s messy – but it’s real!” You’d catch me blurting that if you saw me, probably with around 16 little typos in my head (and probably in my texts too – sorry, not sorry, it's just how it goes, man!).

Future Palma de Mallorca – Llucmajor train line to pass through key neighbourhoods and connect airpo ...