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About Murcia

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

Contenidos

Sexual massage, Role Play and Fantasy, Kissing if good chemistry, Intimate massage, Kissing if good chemistry.

Oh, and this alley, Carrer dels Navegats, is where I once met a scruffy rebel preachin’ philosophies of pleasure. I laughed ‘til I nearly dropped me compass! Yep, mate, life here is a spontaneous adventure at every crevice. Nearby, the Parque delli Cap de Mar - a lush green hug on bitter days - whispers secrets of calm in a chaotic world. And don't ye dare skip by the rustic riverside stretch of Riu de la Sorte. I’ve had morning thoughts and drunken confessions floated on that stream more times than I care to admit.

As it happened - Pogacar edged out by Schultz on stage 1 of Volta a Catalunya