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About Bilbao

Me? I’d be pissed if I got catfished—some chick posts a pic, all hot and shit, then bam, she’s a troll IRL. Like, “I ate octopus alive for this?!”—straight outta *Oldboy*. Happened to a buddy once—swore she was 25, turned out 50. Greed blinded him, man. But when it works? Oh, fuck yeah—happy as a pig in shit. Last time, this girl—legs for days—knew her worth, charged double. I’m like, “You’re tearing me apart!”—dramatic as hell, but I paid. Worth it.

Conoce nuestros jacuzzis Casas Cueva Cazorla

Arsenal versus Tottenham on a Saturday evening over six hours after opening time, and over five thousand visitors in the Clock End.

Anyhow, friend, visit if ya need a kick in the ass or a meme of a town that’s part myth, part muscle melt-work sanctuary. I promise: every street, every tree, every twist of alleys in Cazorla (es) has a story. And I? I’m the guy who massages 'em all out. Cheers, and see ya around!

Miracle man Cazorla dances on as last of Spain’s pioneer generation