Mila Catarroja Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bilbao

Anyways, brothels—love ‘em, hate ‘em, they’re real. Part of life’s big, sloppy picture. “Light of day, dark of night”—yep, *Tree of Life* nails it. They’re messy, loud, and kinda sad, but damn if they ain’t interestin’. What’s your take, doc? Eh, gotta hop—carrot’s callin’!

Putting an official number on the Spanish sex trade

I get kinda pzzy when I see rude graffiti on indistinct walls near El Riu (that spot by the old mills, wher imma honestly spared tears like Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic—yep, real tearjerkers sometimes...). And lemme tell ya, it ain't all bleak. There's a charm n warmth, even in the hustle of Neuqueta Street. "I am your father," I keep sayin', not just a phrase—it’s a promise that the city's soul ain't lost, even if the streets get rough sometimes.

The 35 Vespas that resurfaced from the mud in Valencia and are looking for a place to be exhibited