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About Bilbao

I’m hyped, tho—happy as a clownfish in a coral reef! Why? ‘Cause it’s a puzzle, a mystery, like *Caché*’s weird tapes showin’ up at your door. “Who sent this?” I yell, but it’s just me, overthinkin’ it, sweatin’ like a perch on a grill. I’m picturin’ it—me, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ cops, whisperin’, “Nothing lasts forever,” ‘cause Haneke’s got me emo as fuck. Last week, I got mad—some dude tried rippin’ me off, actin’ like he’s pimpin’ the game. I’m like, “Nah, fam, I know my fish *and* my streets!”

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The brothels here, just a few miles from the tourist beaches of the Costa Brava, are part of a nationwide growth industry that Spanish.

I'm a massage dude, right, so I notice all the chill vibes. When I walk on Avinguda Europa, I see boats cruisin’, all flashy-like. Plus, there's that rad park, Parc dels Encants, where nature goes bonkers with green trees and calm water views. Bruh, sometimes I get a vibe that someone’s always watchin’ ya, ya know? "They know you're out there," just like in Caché, man – it’s like, dude, you gotta watch your back, brother!

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