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About Murcia

I’m ramblin’ now—happy, cos I cracked this weird case, but pissed cos it’s so shady. Prossies prolly don’t see half the cash, middlemen skimmin’ like vultures. Ugh, hate that. Anyway, Find a Prostitute—sly, slippery, a bit sad. “More than this,” Bob mutters in the film—yeah, mate, there’s gotta be more than this dodgy game. Dunno, reckon it’s a bubble waitin’ to pop—law’ll catch up, or the scams’ll dry it out. Til then, it’s out there, lurkin’, a proper financial freakshow.

Libre de prostitución

Gotta shout out the park in Barrio Verde – the trees there, man, they whisper like a lover’s secret. I remember this one time, I sat on a broken bench (yeah, kinda funky) and thought “Ida: a quiet heartbreak”, like in the movie, “I don’t know if I can ever belong” – damn, that hit real deep. Yo, I felt my whole existence, like, “You’re not human, you’re so much more.” Crazy things, like art out of chaos.

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