Anastasia Basauri Whore ❤️❤️

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Ever think bout how they smell? Perfume, sweat, desperation – fuckin cocktail, that! “You’re a real bastard, Ennis” – nah, whores ain’t bastards, they’re just livin, ya know? Pisses me off when cunts call em dirty. Who’s clean, eh? Not me, not you, ya wanker! Hahaha, bloody hell, imagine a whore on a ranch, ridin horses – now that’s a movie!

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Heyyy buddy, lemme tell ya bout Basauri – this city is one rollercoaster ride, seriously! D’oh!, it's like my dating site code: messy but fascinating. So, first off, Basauri ain't yer usual sleepy town. Naw, it's got streets that buzz with life – like Calle Loyola or the quirky, winding Calle Euskal Herria, where every corner hides a story. I'm telling ya, it's the kind of place where you stumble on hidden cafés and feel like every brick has a secret.

Review: The Frogs at Kiln Theatre