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About Murcia

I’d be all nervous, tho—heart poundin’ like when Miss Piggy’s mad at me! “Hi-ho, don’t karate-chop me!” I’d say. Prolly fumble my words, askin’ her, “So, uh, how’s biz?” She’d prolly laugh, like, “Kid, you’re too green for this!” And I’d be happy—cuz, ya know, I love a good chuckle. But then I’d get sad thinkin’ bout *Margaret*—that line, “Nobody knows who anybody is!” Hits deep, man. These gals, they got stories nobody hears.

Lives and Times: Writing on the World Around Us

Beautiful and very quiet beach. Practically % nudist, except for some clueless person who messes with his swimsuit. This beach is classified as nudist, but there are always disrespectful Missing: prostitute.

I get mad sometimes, like when the river flowin' by the Parque de Los Susurros squeaks its secrets in the night.

Furious Spanish seaside town locals fume they can't walk on pavements because of tourists