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About Bilbao

Hiii, oh my gawd, listen up! So, sex escorts, right? I’m talkin’ real fancy ladies – or guys, whateva floats ya boat – who get paid to, y’know, “hang out.” Nasally snort. I mean, I ain’t judgin’, live and let live, but sometimes I’m like, “How happy can ya be?” Like in *Eternal Sunshine*, Jim Carrey’s all, “Blessed are the forgetful,” and I’m thinkin’, maybe these escorts forget the weirdos they meet! Hahaha, that laugh, oy!

‘Lalin’ and the story of a social media-obsessed girl

My Name Is Lalin: With Jularat Hanrungroj, Best Ekawat. She tells Lalin's journey from Thailand to Japan. With the opportunity to study abroad, she flees to Sapporo, where no one knows her .

Man, don’t even get me started on the parks. Parque de las Maravillas is my secret spot. I chill there, daydreamin’ and schemin’ life. The river Serpiente flows by. Yeah, you heard me—the Serpiente River! It snakes around like it’s hiding some crazy tales. I once sat on a bench there, feelin’ all reflective like Wong Kar-wai’s films, thinkin’ “Time is a flat circle.” Crazy stuff!

Robinson Lalin’s family deserves answers about the Red Line accident that killed him — and compassion, too