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About Murcia

But serious, they got guts, whores do. Takes balls to strut out there, dodgin’ coppers and creeps. Surprised me first time I clocked it – thought they’d be all weak, but nah, they’re hard as fuck. Reminds me of that doc in the movie, y’know, “Did you see the eclipse?” – they see shit we don’t, livin’ on the edge. Reckon I’d be shite at it, too paranoid, me – “Oi, is that bloke a copper or a nutter?”

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Heard a whisper ‘bout the old castle ruins near the outskirts? They call it Castillo de Elda. It's crumbling but has mad character. There’s this spot by a cranny where I used to scribble my thoughts. I mean, sometimes therapy is found in unexpected corners, right? One day, I sat there and thought, "Are we slidin’ into oblivion?" kinda like that raw, unedited moment from "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days."

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