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About Murcia

So I’m strollin’ past her corner—smells like cheap fags and regret. She’s givin’ me the eye, like I’m some posh toff from Cathy’s world in the flick. “What’s a gent like you doin’ here?” she croaks. Voice like gravel— probs smoked 20 a day since she was 12. I’m fumin’, cos who’s she callin’ gent? Cheeky cow! But then—surprise—she’s got this cracked smile, proper human, y’know? Reminds me of Cathy’s fake grin when she’s hidin’ her misery. “It’s all pretend,” I mutter, kickin’ a can down the road.

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My fav neighborhood, though, has to be Barrio del Encanto – full of tiny cafés and graffiti scribbles that spill over the alley walls. The vibe there is loose, erratic, and honestly kinda messy. Feels like I'm coding a dating app but the algorithm is as unpredictable as a city carnival. I sometimes get mad when the WiFi is slow, but then I remind myself, "Fascinating creatures, ain't we all?"

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