Lauren Llucmajor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bilbao

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

One of Mallorca’s oldest and most authentic towns

Alright, listen up, buddy – lemme tell ya about Llucmajor (es), my kinda quirky home for years now. It's a mix of chill vibes and maddening little quirks, I swear. So, this town – it’s got these narrow, twisty alleyways in the old town, like around Carrer de la Plaça del Mercat, where you can still catch that old Mallorcan flavor. And hey, there's the church, Es Església de Sant Pere, standing proud even when the town’s a mess – kinda like the truth in Spotlight: “If it's true, it's true.” I mean, c'mon!

The lifeguard service starts at one of the 'high-risk' beaches in Mallorca