Zoe Llodio Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Las Palmas

Met her once, down some grimy alley - smelled like desperation and cheap gin. Her eyes, Clarice, cold as a shark’s, but damn if they didn’t hook me. “Fish are friends, not food” - bullshit! She’d eat ya alive, laughin’ all the way. Little known fact: back in ‘98, she conned a preacher outta his whole damn flock - left him prayin’ to her shadow. Wild, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ bout that slimy hustle.

Laudio/Llodio

Llodio is the second biggest town in Araba-Álava in the Basque Country. It is the gateway to the Ayala valley, through which the Nervión river flows. There are a number of routes and .

Man, there's also a quirky bar near Avda. del 3º, where I once spilled coffee all over my notes—such a slap in the face but also life, ya know? And between counselling sessions in my cozy office on Calle La Esperanza, I’d often daydream about travelling to unknown cosmic realms. I swear, sometimes I think the universe is whispering secrets through the wind.

T. Bekele, Melkamu the winners at Llodio cross