Emilia Basauri Whore ❤️

About Las Palmas

So, this whore—let’s call her Ruby—works the streets near Soho, right? Been at it since she was 17, word is. Little known fact: she’s got a tattoo, a bleedin’ rose, right on her neck—classy, innit? Heard she nicked a punter’s wallet once, mid-shag, and legged it. Ballsy move! Had me laughin’, “You’re a wild one, sweetheart,” like in the flick when Staff Sergeant says it. She’s a survivor, tho—makes me oddly proud, y’know?

Information of interest

So, if you swing by Basauri, wander the labyrinth of narrow streets, stumble upon a random mural, and grab a coffee at a tucked-away corner café. Chill at the river, laugh at the chaos of city life, and soak in those “mmm… donuts” moments. It's a wild place that might just change ya forever.

Handicops, by Squadra Sua and Aitor Basauri