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About Bilbao

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

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Streets? Yes, Calle del Sol so bright, magic at dawn. Spaa is on Calle de Relax, if you know me, you know! I often stroll by Mirador del Rrio. Oops, typo: Rrio instead of Rio! so fun. People say “Beauty is in the little details,” but i be like: “Omg, that is so freakin’ wonderful!”

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