Kayla Chamartin Whore ❤️

About Bilbao

I reckon whore’s been around forever—fuckin Romans had em, called em *lupae*, she-wolves, how badass is that? Little known fact: they’d howl to lure tricks in back alleys. Howls, mate! Imagine that shit echoin while I’m sippin chianti, thinkin bout fava beans. Gets me hungry, not gonna lie—whore’s got that raw energy, ya feel me? Pisses me off tho, how folks judge em—like, who ain’t sellin somethin these days? Hypocrites, all of em, struttin round like they’re pure.

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You know, like when you bump into someone on the street who you could've sworn was dead? Well, that's how it was when the train pulled into Chamartin Station. A.

Honestly, Chamartin is chill, and its streets speak your truth. I mean, every block tells a story—like, for real. The lights, sounds, and mad energy from each alley make it unforgettable. I'm, like, literally so into this place.

The exhibition in the Chamartín Metro Station adds a new classical train from 1943 called 'Salamanca'