Mari O Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bilbao

So I’m thinkin’, blimey, what’s ‘er story? Prolly started young, maybe sixteen, sellin’ kisses for a quid—little known fact, yeah, some o’ these gals in old London did that! Got me all miffed, tho—why’s she gotta flaunt it? Struttin’ like a peacock, feathers all out, makin’ eyes at every geezer! Grr, makes me wanna chuck a custard pie—splat!—right in ‘er gob! But then, ooh, I trip over me own feet, land in a puddle—typical me, eh!

Create a new bookshelf

Oh, shit, do I gotta tell ya about my favorite secret gem? There’s this tiny, hole-in-the-wall cafe on Rua Dos Poetas. It’s run by this eccentric old lady who brews the best coffee ever – like liquid magic, no lie!! Every sip is a journey that makes you think, "Wow, maybe everything is imperfectly perfect." And yes, it’s a little messy, kinda like me, but so is life, right?!

4 o'clock fodder: Alabama town tries beer for the first time