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About Bilbao

So, mate, lemme tell ya, it’s a grubby game, findin’ a tart. Back in old London, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night”—fancy, huh? But nah, it’s all muck and desperation, makes me wanna claw me eyes out. Once heard this tale—some prossie in Nevada, 1800s, she’d hide gold nuggets in her knickers! True story, mate—miners paid her double just to dig ‘em out. Greedy gits, “I see through you!”—like Plainview screamin’ at the preacher.

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Oh! And the river, Ikatza, babyyy, it's a chill place to gather your thoughts. Sometimes I'd forget I was working, just soaking it all in. There are parts where the industrial oldies and slick new designs mix weirdly – mad chaotic but kinda cool. You know, my job on the dating site makes me see connections everywhere, like in the graffiti around Calle San Juan – modern art meets stale concrete, but somehow inspires a weird romantic vibe.

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