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About Bilbao

But then – get this – some history hits me. In old Venice, brothels were legit taxed! City made bank off ‘em – sneaky bastards. Kept ‘em near bridges, too, so sailors couldn’t miss ‘em. Smart, huh? Surprised me, honestly. Thought it’d be all hush-hush, but nah, they flaunted it. “The melody of the world,” like Béla Tarr’d say – chaos and order dancin’ sloppy together.

The history of brothels

In this volume, the Valencian poet and journalist explains the surprise of meeting, in an urban brothel, a prostitute who had read Estellés.

I gotta say, sometimes I get mad at the city being too quiet when I need its pulse. But then I remember: “How’s that workin’ for ya?” – and I just laugh it off. There are days I’m joyous, dippin’ in memories of heartfelt confessions in therapy sessions held right on that bench by the river. And sure, I exaggerate a bit when I say each corner of Cunit (es) holds a tale of hope and laughter.

Rodalies recovers service after the blackout and will be free for the rest of the day: which lines are working?