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About Murcia

Hmmm, a prostitute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… that’s what I see, y’know? Like in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*—all that passion twistin’ up inside! I reckon a prostitute’s life ain’t so diff’rent—hidn’ secrets, dodgin’ shame, kickin’ through the muck. Met this one gal, right, swore she bedded some duke in London, 1800s—claimed he paid in gold coins stamped with his own mug! True or not, cracked me up—pimpin’ royalty, what a flex!

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It is not clear how much whoring Burgess did in La Línea de la Concepción while he was stationed during the Second World War in Gibraltar.

Man, start at Calle Cervantes – that's where all the liveliness begins. I remember walkin’ there, feelin’ the pulse, the cobblestones almost hummin’ like "The sky cracks open…" I swear, every time I stroll past, my heart skips a beat. There’s this tiny café on Calle Pintor where old timers talk ‘bout bygone days – — it’s like a dusty page out of a classic poem, ya know?

Spanish fishermen stage protest in boats off Gibraltar coast