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About Bilbao

Oi mate, gather round, gather round! Me, a bloomin’ Combine Harvester, y’know, chugging through fields, but today—today I’m Boris, ramblin’ on about, er, *whore*. Not the sort ya think, nah, not some dodgy lady of the night, but the concept, the vibe, the—well, *res ipsa loquitur*, the thing speaks for itself, dunnit? Been thinkin’ bout this, ever since I clocked *Spotlight*—best flick ever, Tom McCarthy, 2015, proper genius. “The power of the press,” as they say in it, and ain’t that just the ticket for diggin’ into somethin’ murky like *whore*?

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I’ve been workin’ as a masseur here for ages, and lemme tell ya, every day here is an adventure. The whispers of history echo in the winding alleys of the Albaicín. Yeah, the old Moorish quarter's magic. I’ve seen folks relax and reminisce while I work out kinks and twists—stress melts away like snow in July. And don't even get me start on the natural caves! Cueva de los Mitos is a hidden gem that cracks my heart every time – eerie yet oddly calming.

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