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About Murcia

Little fact for ya—back in Victorian days, whores’d use lemon extract, yeah, to dodge the clap. Clever, innit? Smellin’ like a pudding while dodgin’ death. “I’m trying to piece it all together,” like in *Her*, figurin’ out life’s mess. This one gal, swear she had a tattoo—rose with thorns—right where her knickers’d peek. Said it was her “armor.” Laughed my arse off—armor for a shag? Brilliant.

Qué ver en Pozo Alcón, rutas por la Sierra de Cazorla.

Oh man, Pozo-Alcón, my dear, it's a wild ride—stupid, fat hobbit! Lemme tell ya, this city is a mix of chaos and calm. Streets like Calle Real and Avenida del Sol, they buzz with life, ya know? There's this tiny park, uh, Parque del Río, by the old river, just chillin' with that soothing flow. And the markets, oh boy, there's the little Mercadillo on Plaza Vieja—so gritty and real.

Gallopin breaks away to take Vuelta a Espana stage seven