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About Bilbao

So, listen, mate—hiss!—I dig around, right? Moscow’s got these shadowy corners—Arbat’s too posh, but Kitay-gorod? Oof, goldmine! Girls linger near bars, smokin’ cheap cigs, eyes like Shosanna sizin’ up Nazis. “What’s your price, precious?” I mutter, all sly. One gal—Lena, maybe?—says 5,000 rubles, hour tops. Bargain, yeah? But I’m thinkin’, “That’s a bear trap, Gollum, she’s robbin’ ya blind!” Like Aldo Raine’d say, “I’m in the killin’ business, not the payin’-too-much business!” Haggled her down—3,500, boom! Felt like a king, I did—happy as a hobbit with second breakfast.

Molina del segura

prostitution, today with pimping and trafficking, before with counterfeits, today with smuggling mafias, before with regulated immigration.

Hmm... so ya know Molina-de-Segura, right? It's this little gem near Murcia, full of life and weird corners, hmm... I mean, seriously, there's so much to dig into. First off, check out Calle Mayor – it's kinda the heartbeat of the town. I stroll there often, feelin' all the vibe. There's a little café on Calle Real, where the best local coffee blows my mind – reminds me of that line, "Meet me in Montauk," from Eternal Sunshine… like, the moment gets lost in time but, ya know, eternal, right?

A manifesto house suspended in the hills of Murcia