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About Zaragoza

Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

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Basauri. Photo by Brendan Joseph in Basauri with @mossuccino. Flora: Mother and Monster, Womb and Whore, Agriculture and Architecture, Sticky and Sweaty.

Mmm... donuts, seriously! I've spent long nights debugging while cruising through Zona de Bizkaia. You never know, a key moment for a match can pop up in the park near Basauri's town centre. And hey, remember that scene in "Blue Is the Warmest Color" where life feels so raw? That vibe’s sort of here too – deep, unpredictable, and full of passion. "Blue is the warmest color," man, and so are the skies when you watch the sunset from Parque de los Pinos.

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