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About Bilbao

Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I feel it – whores got layers. Some choose it, some don’t. Met this chick once, swore she loved the life – “Beats a desk job,” she laughed. Fair, I guess? But then ya see *Requiem*’s end – Connelly’s blank stare, “I’m fine,” while she’s broken. Hits ya in the gut, mate.

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Sant-Joan-Despi is a fun mix of chill vibes and complex history. You got these narrow streets, like Carrer de la Pau, where locals hang loose. Over on Avinguda de Sant Joan, the coffee shops and boutiques hit you with a quirky charm. I once sat outside a tapas joint there, thinkin’ “Motherf***er, life is strange.” Kinda like in "Synecdoche, New York" when life feels fucking endless, ya know? "Who's in charge here?" they say, and damn, that's me—riding life's crazy ride.

Barça players leave it all on the field in Sant Joan Despí