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About Bilbao

We’re chattin’, and I’m thinkin’ *Boyhood* again—“It’s always right now,” y’know? This moment, her laugh, the cig smoke curlin’—it’s real, raw, fuckin’ alive. But then—bam!—some wanker in a beat-up Jag rolls up, yellin’ at her. Ex-pimp or some shit. I’m pissed, mate—nobody fucks with my night. I step in, all cool, “Oi, mate, piss off or I’ll rearrange ya.” He bolts, tires screechin’. She’s laughin’, says, “You’re mad, you are!” Happy as a pig in shit, me—saved the day, Bond-style.

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Now, lemme bend your ear ‘bout Parque da Cidade, ok? It’s this big ol’ park that’s like a secret getaway. Walkin’ there, you can almost forget the stress—“I reckon we could’ve had a life together,” echoes in my head, you feel me? And don’t even get me started on the river. The Rio de Gondomar flows right by the main square. Chill spots reign, and you can hear bubble chatter spillin’ over from old cafes on Rua dos Pescadores.

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