#salamanca

[marcosrfotografia]

Estructura de hormigón abandonada. Anteriormente funcionó como una galería comercial.

[m1male2]

Salamanca, España

[duconik]

SORRY

[nianism]

I think more people should watch this video of Lalo (original from Better Call Saul Instagram)

[unteriors]

River Street, Salamanca, New York.

[hopefulkidshark]

Arribes del Duero, Salamanca: Arribes del Duero Natural Park is a protected area in western Spain, covering 106.105 ha in the autonomous community of Castile and León. In this area the river Duero forms the national boundary between Spain and Portugal, and the Portuguese side is also protected under the Douro International Natural Park. Wikipedia

[sammyquarius]

Imagine saving one of the Salamanca Twins and from then on they silently protect you

You were walking home late one night, the streets of Albuquerque quiet except for the hum of a broken streetlamp and the far-off sound of a car backfiring. You weren’t supposed to be out this late, but work had run long, and your legs ached from standing all day. That’s when you saw him.

At first you thought he was dead slumped against an alley wall, blood soaking through the sleeve of his suit, his breathing ragged. You froze, instinct screaming at you to keep moving. But something about the way he tried, silently, to push himself up despite the obvious pain pulled you forward.

You didn’t know who he was. Just some tall man in a suit, bleeding out in the alley by your apartment. Most people would’ve run, but you didn’t. You tore your jacket, pressed it against the wound, muttered reassurances to a man who never said a word back. His dark eyes just watched you, unblinking, as you called for help.

When you turned away for just a second, he was gone. Jacket, blood, everything. Vanished.

You figured it was one of those strange nights in Albuquerque you didn’t talk about again.

You never saw him leave. You never knew who he was.

But he knew you.

Weeks later, you noticed strange things.

A man who had cornered you after work suddenly disappeared from your path, vanishing down a side street with a broken leg. A group of guys catcalling you outside the diner were gone the next night were too scared to even glance your way again.

Once, when your car broke down on the side of the road, you swore you saw two silhouettes on the horizon dark suits, wide shoulders, motionless under the setting sun. You blinked, and they were gone. Minutes later, a tow truck stopped for you without explanation.

You didn’t know their names. You didn’t know you had saved one of the Salamanca twins, assassins feared across the border.

You may have forgotten that, but they remembered. In their silent, watchful way, you had become untouchable.

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a wise man once said