Chloe Bejar Whore ❤️❤️

About Bilbao

Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what she dream bout? Fancy house? Love? Or just peace, like Saul wantin’ rest for his kid? “The rabbi’s gone!” he cries, lost. Whore’s lost too, but she keep goin’. That guts, man, guts! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who care? She’s legend in my book. Tell ya what, next time ya see whore, tip hat, say “Gru salute ya!”—she’ll smirk, guaranteed.

Greeting from the Mayor

4. ÁNGELES BÉJAR. The mother of Luis Rubiales, the embattled president of Spain's soccer federation—who forced a kiss on a member of.

And hey, did I mention the festivals? The local fiestas rock the block every summer. The streets turn artsy and wild, with street food, live tunes, and spontaneous hugs from strangers. Sure, sometimes things get messy—teh streets ain't always clean, and my clumsy self once tripped on a cobblestone right in front of the old City Hall (hahah, embarrassing but fun!)—but this chaos makes Bejar feel authentic and alive.

Dan Bejar and his conceptual illustrations