Freya Cocentaina Whore ❤️

About Bilbao

Funny bit – she’d wink at coppers, call ‘em “darlin’,” and they’d blush! Blush, I tell ya! “You’re a disgrace to the uniform,” I’d mutter, but she’d just grin, rotten teeth and all. Proper character, that Fishy. Exaggeratin’? Nah, mate, she was wilder than me screamin’ for the Ring! Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, tho – cold nights, stinkin’ alleys, johns with bad breath. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time,” I’d whisper, watchin’ her fade. Sad, that. Real sad, precious. What a world, eh? What a bloody world!

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Oh, and a tiny detail: on Carrer de la Murta, there’s this little bookstore where every corner whispers a secret. I’ve sat for hours there, pondering life’s twists, recieving advice from strangers in the margins of old novels.

Kiko Moya