Elise Fene Whore ❤️❤️

About Bilbao

Once knew this lass, swear it, worked the docks – Mary, or summat. Fishy smell, cheap gin, skirt hiked up. She’d laugh, “Gollum, ya ugly git, buy me a pint!” Made me cackle, yesss, precious! But them blokes, ugh, pigs they were – grabby hands, loud mouths. Pissed me off, it did! Whore ain’t no angel, nah, but she’s got guts. “It’s done, it’s over,” like in the flick – she’d shrug, wipe her lip, move on.

Word History

fene (usually uncountable, plural fenék) (mildly vulgar or colloquial) damn, hell A fene egye meg! ― Damn it. Mi a fene ez? ― What the hell is this? ulcer, canker, gangrene, sore.

Let’s start on Calle del Mar, near the old docks. Yep, that’s where I first dipped my toes, and bumbling around in my early days, I discovered a hidden alley called Venia Loca – totally off the beaten track. Spent hours there, massaging away life’s tangles. But oh my days, I still get goosebumps thinking of that place, like the roaring engines in Fury Road, “Oh, what a day!”

The Navantia Fene shipyard today began ITF - reNews - Renewable Energy News