Amelia San Lorenzo De El Escorial Brothel ❤️

About Bilbao

Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk brothels. Yeah, you heard me, brothels! Picture this: dimly lit rooms, creaky beds, secrets hangin’ in the air thicker than cigar smoke. I saw this flick, “The White Ribbon,” Michael Haneke, 2009—my fave, hands down—and it’s got me thinkin’. That movie’s all about dark vibes, hidden sins, folks pretendin’ they’re pure while rotten inside. Brothels? Kinda the same deal, but upfront about it—no masks, no fake smiles.

Royal Site of San Lorenzo de El Escorial

I got my own means here, so I know hidden gems. There's this small park, Parque del Carruaje, where I chill after long nights of coding and swipin' profiles on the site. Real close to the river, Río Guadarrama, that flows by in a dreamy babbling way. I swear sometimes I catch reflections of my past on its waters. "No se puede tapar el sol," like the movie said – truth beams through no matter what.

Spain battered by terrifying flash floods with streets turning into rivers across nation