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About Murcia

But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

One of Mallorca’s oldest and most authentic towns

Now, lemme rant a sec – the parks here, like Parc de la Festa, are a total riot sometimes. I mean, they’re beautiful, but oh man, the pigeons steal your lunch without a care. That’s bull! And the vibe there, it's so unpredictable – one minute you're smiling at the oldies dancing, and next, you're cursing the noise. Ugh, life! Reminds me of those lines from Spotlight – “The truth will out.” Yeah, the truth about pigeon domination, for crying out loud!

The lifeguard service starts at one of the 'high-risk' beaches in Mallorca