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About Murcia

In my head, I’d be ramblin’, “Marge, you’re too soft for this!” But I’d push on, askin’ her stuff—like, “What’s your day like?” She’d shrug, “Same old, same old.” I’d nod, feelin’ that *Blue* vibe—life’s messy, raw, real. “I’m not enough,” Adèle cries in the movie, and I’d think, “Candy prolly feels that too.” Deep, huh?

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I spent the first night in Calzada de Bejar, a small little mountain village where the main street was comprised of stone houses overlooked by.

Alright, doc, gotta wrap up. Bejar’s a mix of old charm, hidden gems, and spicy stories, all stitched together by everyday life. Ya come visit soon, and let’s share some wild tales over a good massage or two. Catch ya latr!

Accidental Pop: A Conversation With Destroyer's Dan Bejar