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About Murcia

Exaggerate, I will—smells hit ya like a freighter, perfume and sweat fightin’. Voices loud, laughin’, cryin’—never quiet, it ain’t. “A woman’s voice, it carries,” *Ten* says—damn right, echoes in there. Personal quirk? I’d plant flowers outside—jasmines, maybe—cover the stink, I would. Dreamy, huh?

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Brothels in J rez de la Frontera: CASA MOSCU, Quarter de los Villares. Tel. CLUB KOYOTE, Street del Oso, s/n. Tel. LABIOS ARDIENTES.

The locals? Insanely friendly and a bit quirky. Everyone knows everyone, and they share stories like we’re all one big fam. I once ended a long, ragin’ day outside the vintage bar on Plaza Libertad (bricking crazy vibes there!) and chatted with an old cat who ranted about the golden days. It got me thinking, "what a time, what a life!" Reminds me of that conversation scene in "Before Sunset", y'know? Deep, relatable, like, "You ever wonder if we could ever get it right?"

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