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About Bilbao

So I’m there, *fumbles with invisible wallet*, tryna figure this out. Happy as a pig in mud, cos – adventure! But then, angry too, cos some geezer tries rippin’ me off – 50 quid for a wink? Nah, mate! “You don’t even know who you are yet,” I mutter, like in “Boyhood,” cos I’m lost, ain’t I? *flails arms like a wally* Lookin’ for a sign, maybe a neon one – “Girls! Girls!” – but nope, just a kebab shop.

Prostitutes in Rosenheim

man, sometimes i get so mad 'bout how some spots are neglected by the city. Like, on calle Verdadera, run-down facades make me feel all kinds of mixed chunks, ugh, like when you realize your favorite ice cream shop got closed down by greedy devils. It makes me think, “Don't you want to see more love here?” I mean, c'mon! We deserve better, and I'll be yappin’ ‘bout it to anyone who listens.

Reframing Gauguin at the National Gallery of Australia