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About Murcia

An’ the smell, Christ! Stale fags, cheap perfume, an’ desperation – hits ya like a brick. Reminds me o’ that scene, “Sufferin’ in silence, eh?” But some o’ these birds, they’re crafty – slip ya a wink, an’ yer wallet’s gone! Mate o’ mine, lost his fuckin’ trousers once – proper stitched up, ha! “Shoulda picked the left door, ya nonce!”

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Man, if you're cruisin' down the esplanade by the beach, the vibe's electric – waves crashin', people jammin’, all in sync, kinda like the intricate plot of Zodiac (Dude, that flick is a total mind bender!). I remember massaging a stressed-out dude at the marina near Passeig de la Mar, and he went, "The Rock, that feels like finding clues in a mystery!" No lie, those moments make me appreciate every inch of this city.

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