Eliza Llucmajor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bilbao

So, “whore”—old as dirt, right? Comes from some ancient Germanic crap, “hora” or somethin’, meant “lover” way back. Ain’t that a trip? *nasally snort* Used to be sweet, now it’s all “ooh, she’s a tramp!” Makes me mad, hon—people sling it ‘round like it’s nothin’. Saw it scribbled on a bathroom stall once— “Call Jenny, she’s a whore!” Poor Jenny, probs just dumped some jerk. *HA-HA-HA!* Bet he wrote it, the schmuck.

One of Mallorca’s oldest and most authentic towns

Man, sometimes I’m up all night slinging code for my dating app and I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good.” But seriously, the streets here are so alive. Take Carrer de Can Creus, for example. Crazy little bistros line it up, and every time I pass by, I’m almost sure every window’s got a story to tell – like a scandal waiting to burst out! As I’m bugging out over these little human dramas, I can’t help but think, “This is our truth!” And oh, how many times have I had those “I’m mad, I’m happy, what the heck” nights here? Too many, pal.

New train service: Palma – Llucmajor