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About Bilbao

So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

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Then there's Parque El Silencio, chill but eerie, prime for reflection. I'd wander there, thinking, "They must all die… eventually." Kidding aside! It’s the perfect mix of beauty and gloom, like my coding nights debugging eternal loops. Ahh, my developer brain bubbles with weird analogies: matching profiles like sorting souls on a dark night.

Sir John Major opens road named in his honour in Spanish town of Candeleda