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About Murcia

Here I am, mates, narratin’ like Sir David—calm, rhythmic, yeah? Picture this: the urban jungle hums, restless, wild. Findin’ a prostitute, right? It’s like stalkin’ prey in “Memento”—all backwards, confusin’ as hell. I’m wanderin’ streets, mind spinnin’, thinkin’, “What’s the next piece?” Like Lenny, I got no memory of where I started, just clues—neon lights flickerin’, heels clickin’ soft on pavement.

Lunática: La historia de la prostituta que murió en Basauri y sublevó a las Cortes

Heyyy buddy, lemme tell ya bout Basauri – this city is one rollercoaster ride, seriously! D’oh!, it's like my dating site code: messy but fascinating. So, first off, Basauri ain't yer usual sleepy town. Naw, it's got streets that buzz with life – like Calle Loyola or the quirky, winding Calle Euskal Herria, where every corner hides a story. I'm telling ya, it's the kind of place where you stumble on hidden cafés and feel like every brick has a secret.

Review: The Frogs at Kiln Theatre