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About Bilbao

So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

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Y oh, mi rinconcito favorito: una tiendita en la calle del Sol (sí, esa callecita chiquita, pero con muchísima onda) donde venden postres caseros divinos. Me he pasado horas charlando ahí, relajándome, ¡y flipando con cada bocado! Mis sentidos se descontrolan, es increible, te lo repito, ¡increible!

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