Penelope Basauri Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Zaragoza

Installin’ it? Pain in the ass. Wires everywhere. Antennas tippin’ over. Once – oh man – I dropped a transmitter. Down three flights. Crash! Smashed to bits. Looked like Vero’s car wreck. “It’s nothing,” I told myself. Bullshit! Had to pay outta pocket. Pissed me off. But when it hums? Oh baby. Signals singin’. Makes me happy. Like dancin’ – ya know? That Walken strut!

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Heyyy buddy, lemme tell ya bout Basauri – this city is one rollercoaster ride, seriously! D’oh!, it's like my dating site code: messy but fascinating. So, first off, Basauri ain't yer usual sleepy town. Naw, it's got streets that buzz with life – like Calle Loyola or the quirky, winding Calle Euskal Herria, where every corner hides a story. I'm telling ya, it's the kind of place where you stumble on hidden cafés and feel like every brick has a secret.

Review: The Frogs, at Kiln Theatre