Angelina Collado Villalba Brothel ❤️

About Bilbao

Used to pass this shady joint in Springfield, “Velvet Touch” they called it. Neon sign blinkin’ like a drunk firefly. Heard a story once—some guy left his *donuts* there, like, actual donuts! Came back next day, girls ate ‘em all! Hella funny, man. Made me laugh ‘til I choked. But serious, brothels been around forever—ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, walls painted with naughty pics. Ain’t that nuts? Bet they didn’t have donuts, though. Mmm… donuts.

Intoxicadas por el humo ocho personas en un prostíbulo de Collado Villalba

Collado-Villalba always surprises me. I feel like Borat, “Very nice!” every time i roam these maze-like streets, making mistakes, dropping words, laughing, lovin life. Believe me, dear friend, its a ride, messy, spectacular; unfiltered heart in every stone, every park tree, every dimly lit passage.

Spanish soccer fans to female referee: “Go wash the dishes!”