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About Bilbao

Still, it’s dark—some get trapped, can’t bounce. Makes me mad, yo—system’s fucked, chews em up. “You wanna know how I got these scars?”—one told me that, pointin at her arm, track marks, grim as shit. I didn’t laugh, just nodded—felt heavy. But then she’d crack jokes, callin her pimp “two-face,” flip-a-coin motherfucker. Hilarious, bro—had me dyin.

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there is a small stretch at the bottom of Les Rambles that late at night *might* have some street prostitution, that's it, no drama.

There’s a cool park called Parc de la Indústria. It's small, but oh so chill. I take sleepy walks there, thinkin' of my past clients. Got memories, y'know? The park is near the tiny, sneaky river, el Riu del Somni. Yeah, that’s a made-up name, but it fits the vibe, right?

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