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About Murcia

I’m ramblin’ now—brain’s buzzin’. Findin’ a prostitute’s like pickin’ a pastry from Zero’s bakery—some look sweet, some bite back. “Lobby boy, fetch me a good one!” I’d yell if I could. Ha! Imagine that—me, Gandalf, pimpin’ in style. Anyway, you gotta watch out—cops, pimps, weirdos—traps everywhere. YOU SHALL NOT PASS, I’d boom, staff glowin’, scarin’ ‘em off.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Then there’s the river, El Guadalquivir... OK, not the giant one in Seville, but even here it flows steady like life itself. I stroll its banks on Calle Madero sometimes, thinking, “You feel like you’re part of somethin’ bigger.” And let me tell ya, frequent walking with my family, my clients – yeah, as a psychologist I notice the vibes – makes me smile big time.

Martin Olivares