Jade Estella Lizarra Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Bilbao

Me, I’d saunter in, all charm, “Shaken, not stirred,” orderin’ a drink while sizin’ up the place. Not just for a shag—nah, I notice shit. The exits, the vibes, who’s packin’. Probs why I’d be shit at runnin’ one—too paranoid, mate. “Why’d you build a fort?” they’d ask, like Sam in the movie. “Cos I’m fuckin’ Bond,” I’d say, laughin’. Anyway, brothels—dodgy, brill, a right laugh. Gotta go—Q’s bitchin’ about my gadgets again. Cheers!

Estella - Lizarra

Walking down Carrer de San Miguel, the scent of fresh churros and ancient stories mix with a hint of wildfire—reminding me sometimes of that scene in Boyhood: “We did it, we did it!” but no, it's more like "We survived, we fucking survived!" So many memories, some sweet, others hard as nails on a granite wall. I laugh at how time here drags yet darts, like a kid runnin' free.

Gran Premio Miguel Indurain 2025