Aaliyah Getxo Whore ❤️

About Las Palmas

Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

Getxo, Bilbao’s little-known seaside resort

Getxo (formerly spelt Guecho) was a parish (elizatea, anteiglesia'), originally a rural area, including a large beach at the mouth of the Estuary of Bilbao, centered on the little fishing .

Oh, and you gotta try the local pintxos. Seriously, they rock worse than a good ol’ Bart Simpson prank – “Eat my shorts!” They’ll make you say, “This is certified cool, Copy!” while you munch away in pure bliss. I swear, sometimes my brain spins – err, like, “Whoa... epic vibes, epic tastes.”

IX National meeting of World Heritage Managers in Vizcaya Bridge (Getxo), Spain