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About Murcia

So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

Sex trafficking

The commercial sex trade in Antigua & Barbuda is on the rise, according to the AIDS Secretariat, with even more of these illegal transactions taking place at private homes.

Streets like Calle del Sol keep twistin’ and turnin’. I wander there when the sun's low. The shadows, they whisper untold tales. "Everything is a part of everything, you know?" echoes deep in my head – just like that movie, Synecdoche, New York.

Steady tradewinds return to Antigua Sailing Week