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About Bilbao

So, sexual-massage—where do I start? It’s old as dirt, man—Ancient Rome had rubdowns that’d make ya blush! They’d slather on olive oil, get those slaves workin’ the glutes—pure decadence! Greed drove it then, drives it now—people pay big for that “happy ending” vibe. Makes me happy as hell—capitalism at its finest! But it pisses me off too—too many cheap joints givin’ it a bad rap, all neon signs and sketchy vibes. Nah, I want class—silk sheets, candles, the works!

05 de Abril de 2025

Now listen here, pardner, ‘cause I’ve got quirks too. I frequent this tiny park called Parc de la Llum. Yup, that’s right, ‘cause light heals the soul. I’d sit on a faded bench, watchin’ kids and families, thinkin’ "life’s just a series of messy moments" – ain’t that a hoot? Sometimes I get mad as heck at how people neglect small kindness, but then a kid’s laughter brings me back. Dawdlin’ around these streets, I might even spill my coffee near the ancient stone bridge by the Turó de l'Anch, where the river meanders slow-like and reflective.

March 30, 2002: Train crash kills two in Spain