Lauren Villalbilla Whore ❤️

About Bilbao

“Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – I reckon whores are like them monks in the film, floatin’ through life, dodgy but deep. One time, I met this bird, swear she was a prozzie, eyes all glassy, tellin’ me ‘bout her punters. Said one geezer paid her in chickens once – chickens! Laughed me arse off, what’s she gonna do with that? Start a farm? Made me happy, though, proper mental story. Still chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout it – cluckin’ hell, mate!

Armas blancas y una escopeta de aire comprimido

Now, yo, head west to Barrio del Oeste. Those tiny cafes on Avenida Libertad are magic spots. Grab a coffee, scroll through swiped faces, and vibe with locals. I used to code back-to-back, thinking, "C'est la vie" but nope, like Audiard said, “la vérité est ailleurs,” wherever love hides, right? Haha!

Rod Nobrega Obituary - Naples, FL