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About Murcia

Personal quirk? I’m imaginin’ her in my Aston Martin, leather seats, screamin’ my name—exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a toss? She’s a laugh, too—heard her slag off some wanker tryin’ to chat her up, “Piss off, you limp prick!” Had me in stitches, nearly dropped my drink. Sarcasm’s her game, and I’m here for it.

A weekend in Spain: Confessions of a Marriott whore

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Now, I don't usually gossip, but between us, Carabanchel’s got its quirks. THERE’S a hidden little café on Calle de la Palma—soggy coffee, grumpy owner, but the art on the walls? Fuck, it’s genius! And there's this park, El Pardo (nah, it’s not the royal park, just a regular patch with spunk), where locals hang out for spontaneous jam sessions and wild laughs. Memories here stick like barnacles, and they’re pretty dang magical.

The British Cemetery of Madrid, a beautiful funerary corner in the north of Carabanchel