Isabelle Ribeira Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bilbao

But here’s a kicker—didja know brothels in old France had secret tunnels? Rich dudes’d sneak in, avoid the wife’s naggin’. “I’m not a terrorist, I’m a revolutionary,” Carlos’d growl in that flick, and I’m thinkin’ them French fellas was revolutionary in their sneakin’! Had me laughin’—imagine the musty tunnels, them fancy pants trippin’ over rats, tryna git some action. Hilarious, right?

Post navigation

Honestly, I was like, totally blown away when I first discovered the hidden park near the tiny alley of Calçada do Sol – omg, it’s a secret gem where I sometimes set up my portable massage table (just kidding, bb, but like, it's still super chill). Sometimes after a long day of kneading ancient stress out of tired muscles, I just kick back on a bench near the Ribeira harbor and feel all the city’s buzz, its energy like vibrations straight from my soul. Ugh, it's so intense and, like, real, ya know?

Julieta Venegas, first international advance of the 17th Ribeira Sacra