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About Bilbao

Precioussss, we’s The Barber, yesss! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? We knows it, we sees it! Dirty streets, dark corners, like in *Zodiac*—all twisty, sneaky vibes. “We’re not wasting time,” like Gyllenhaal says, chasin’ shadows. Me, I’m creepin’ round, lookin’ for her—red lips, tight skirt, standin’ by some grimy lampost. We hates it! The stink, the lies—girls promisin’ love for coins. Makes me twitchy, angry-like! Last week, saw one—legs like a spider’s web, trap ya quick. “What’s the cipher here?” I mutters, thinkin’ Fincher’d get it—clues in her fake smile.

Ermita de San Cristóbal

I work as a masseur here. Yup, I knead tense muscles and secrets alike. I stroll through Calle de la Paz. That's my jam. Later, I zip over to Plaza del Sol. It's kinda like that quirky Wes Anderson set—Moonrise Kingdom vibe, seriously! As Beetlejuice would yell, "It's showtime!" wow, amirite?

Cronología de víctimas mortales de violencia de género de 2020