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About Murcia

Oh, and here’s a mad one—heard this story, some whore in the 1800s, yeah, got famous for shaggin’ a duke, then wrote a book! A book! Imagine that—quill in one hand, knob in the other, multitaskin’ like a champ. Makes me wanna scream—why ain’t I that ambitious? Nah, I’m just here, rantin’ to you lot, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’ bout Kirsten Dunst lookin’ all sad while the planet explodes. Whores, mate—sarcastic little leeches, ain’t they? Bloody brilliant, bloody awful—bit like life, eh? Cackle, cackle!

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I love the old quarter, around Plaza del Mercado. You feel the energy, like when I press just the right spot in a tight muscle. Life here is both rough and delicate. You walk on cobbles, feel cool history. It hits you. Just like the movie said, "I am the sum of my scars," though in my case, they're kneaded out.

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