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About Murcia

What pissed me off? The system, man—chewin’ her up, spittin’ her out. Cops bustin’ her instead of the real scum. Happy? Shit, when she sassed me once—called me “old man” with a wink—cracked me up, had me grinnin’ like a fool. Surprised? Hell yeah, when I found out she’s got a kid stashed somewhere, sendin’ money back like a damn hero. Ain’t that a trip? This “fallen woman” out here motherin’ better than half the suits I know.

Prostitutes, Ponces and Poncing: Making Sense of Violence

So roll on down, friend, don’t worry ‘bout perfection. Santiponce is that raw, wild, dang soulful ride. Every street, every tree, even every wrong-turn feels like a scene outta Holy Motors – evocative, layered, and just as vibrant as Madea’s wit on a hot summer day. Trust me, you’re gonna get lost in it, and oh boy, that’s the beauty of it all.

First ever monument to a Reformer inaugurated in Spain