Isabelle Matadepera Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bilbao

So yeah, whores—messy, loud, real. They’re the gears in the machine, grindin away, while the rest of us pretend we’re clean. Sarcastic as I am, can’t hate em—too much guts, too much truth. “What’s there to hide?” Haneke asks. Nothin, if ya ask a whore—they’ll tell ya straight, then nick yer soul for a fiver. Love that chaos, mate, keeps me runnin.

¿Cómo es posible?

And let me tell ya, sometimes, the spontaneous late nights in the quieter lanes near Carrer del Sol – oh my gosh, they’re magic! There’s a secret little cafe where I spill all my secrets on a napkin. I may be biased, but this is where my soul feels at home. It’s like—snort—pure, unadulterated life, babe!

The duel of the Barça in front of the Granada left more in the wire to Riqui Puig