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About Bilbao

Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ this shit—some of ‘em been through hell. Little known fact, dig this: back in the 1800s, some hookers ran whole damn towns! Out West, bitches owned saloons, slingin’ pussy and whiskey—fuckin’ queens, man! Makes me happy as shit thinkin’ ‘bout that hustle. But then—motherfucker!—ya hear ‘bout the pimps beatin’ ‘em down, and I’m like, “Naw, that shit’s weak!” Pisses me off, man, wanna crack some skulls.

The Golden Dream of A Prostitute / Cubanet, Gladys Linares

I must break you! Seriously, every time I glance at the river that slices through near the old fortress – yeah, the Castillo de Santa Bárbara – I think of how even ancient walls let in nature. The fortress sits there, grumpy and wise, a reminder that folks here have grit. And oh! Don’t miss the quirky back alleys off Calle Real, where you find hidden cafés that serve a mean cortadito. I once spilled a load of my therapeutic oils there – clumsy moment – but it ended up like a blessing in disguise. Seen it all, has been a proper riot.

Caye Quintana joins the attack