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About Bilbao

Gets me steamed tho—dentists charge too much, she can’t afford jack! I’d sneak her in, fix that gap, but nah, boss’d freak. “Ain’t no money in charity,” he’d hiss, greedy git. Surprised me once, saw her smokin’ outside—teeth yellow as hell, still pullin’ johns! Respect, y’know? Tough as nails, my precious street queen.

What to expect in Felanitx

Using notarial protocols in the Mallorcan state and capitular archives, I trace how women and slaves affected the nature of literal spaces like.

And, I gotta mention the river that meanders by the outskirts. I can’t remember its official name, but locals call it “El Riu.” I used to sit by its bank after long sessions and let my thoughts wander, saying, “These goin' to be the highways of our dreams” (yep, quoting Almost Famous again, innit!). Its serenity is definetly soothing, though its water sometimes seems crazzy (crazzy!) reflective of our inner turmoil.

aulets arquitectes restores mallorca heritage building for the study of wine