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About Bilbao

We talk price—50 for this, 100 for that. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t Facebook stock, chill.” Bargain game strong, tho—she drops it to 80. Deal. But then, fam, this dude rolls up—her pimp, I guess? Big guy, tats, mean muggin’. I’m like, “I’m not here to invent shit, just payin’!” He backs off, but my nerves? Fried. Hella surprised how fast it flipped—happy to scared in 2 secs.

Prostitution in Morocco? Shocked! Shocked!

Thought this was very interesting to experience the work and world of prostitution by walking through their rooms on the tour.

Thou shalt see that the local market, near the old church, bursts with life, and I oft stroll along the promenade near Playa de la Reya, where the sea kisses the shore with passionate sighs. In truth, oh how the town doth enchant! The wind sings odes like “El laberinto del fauno” when twilight falls, when shadows dance and thou canst almost hear the whispers of fauns and lost kings.

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