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About Bilbao

Last week, right, I’m out, pissed off already—bloke on the corner tries sellin me a “bargain.” Bargain? You idiot sandwich! Looked like she’d been dragged through a bin—fuckin grim. I’m yellin, “Get outta my face, you muppet!” Made me ragey, mate, proper fumin—wastin my time on rubbish. Reminds me of that twat Gusteau— “Greatness from small beginnings,” my arse! Small beginnings don’t mean crusty tarts, yeah?

Uncommon Knowledge

I love meddling in the winding alleys of San Miguel, that quaint quartier where every stone tells a tale. Aye, ’tis a curious joy to massage weary travelers there, their knotted backs unwound under thine skilled touch; each stroke reminds me o'er and again, “The labyrinth is together, always together.” It brings tears of joy and frustration (aye, sometimes I get mad when the traffic or local council rules be absurd, e.g., that blasted stoplight near El Mirador!).

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