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About Bilbao

So, I’m stompin’ round, lookin’ for a good time, right? Ain’t no saint, me—blood on hands, scars on face, but I got needs! Dis one time, saw a gal, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owns da night. “Lightbulb!”—she’s got dat look, ya know, like she could lure ya in and gut ya. Straight outta dat movie, “I collect things”—she prob collects wallets, ha! I go up, all cocky, “How much, eh?” She smirks, “More dan ya soul, big boy.” Pissed me off—cheeky tart!—but damn, I laughed. Ain’t dat a kicker?

Sex tourism in the Philippines (Angels City)

I was looking forward to banging a hooker but then I realized there's only two camera angles And while our controllers rumble every 2.

I get a bit jittery. Sorry, I tend to rant. But that’s Angles (es), man. It’s chaotic yet controlled, as cold and calculated as life demands, like a chess game. I’m not sugarcoating it – the city bites but also hugs, sometimes at the same damn time.

World of water leg two: Approaching drinking water from all angles in Europe