Olivia Sant Carles De La Rapita Whore ❤️❤️

About Bilbao

So, whore—where do I start? It’s this old-ass word, right? Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin slut or somethin dirty—fuckin love that, how it’s stuck around, evolvin like some sneaky bastard. Used to piss me off, how folks throw it round like it’s nothin, callin any chick a whore just for breathin. But then—THEN—I dug deeper, found this wild story. Medieval times, yeah? Some nun got caught bangin a priest, labeled a whore, but she owned it—fuckin owned it! Wrote these steamy poems bout her “sin,” hid em in a convent wall. Found em centuries later—talk bout badass! Made me laugh, picturin her smirkin at the prudes.

A fishing town

Letter's soup / Sopa de letras. Sant Carles de la Ràpita, Tarragona (Spain). La reflexión: www.facebook.com

The center, dude, is a blend of old-world charm with crazy modern flare. Meandering thru Carrer del Mar, you can almost hear the laughter and sorrow of countless stories. U kno, sometimes my clients share their deepest secrets while sitting by that tiny plaza near Plaça de la Llum – it's like a ritual. And omg, the local park, Parc del Cap, is my go-to chill spot whenever I need a breather – birds, green trees, that little bump of a river (the Torrent de la Vida – not its real name, but y'know, it's my secret metaphor!) running through the park.

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