Jasmine Fuente Palmera Whore ❤️

About Bilbao

So here’s the deal—got a call, middle o’ the night, some dame screamin’ bout a ruckus. I roll up, cigar in mouth, thinkin’, “Great, another night in paradise.” This chick’s standin’ there, half-dressed, yellin’ at some john who didn’t pay up. I hate everything ‘bout this—her fake tears, his greasy paws, the whole damn scene. “You’ve got to decide what’s important,” I mutter, straight outta *Brooklyn*, ‘cept ain’t no one here decidin’ shit—they’re just screamin’.

Noticias del municipio

Honestly, sometimes it makes me mad – the cold, bureaucratic administration behind the scenes. They tell you, “Do it by the book, remain stoic.” But here, every client is a story, every street a slice of life. I'm not a fan of pretension. We’re raw, unfiltered – like my hands when they work the muscles.

The AVE high-speed train forced to slow down