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About Madrid

What pisses me off? The fakers. Masseuses acting all innocent— “Oh, just relieving stress!”—while they’re grazing spots that’d make a priest blush. Everybody lies, told ya. Had one once, chick’s hands were magic, but her poker face? Oscar-worthy. Made me happy tho—tension gone, head fuzzy, like Doc smoking a joint in *Inherent Vice*. “What’s up with the face, man?”—that’s me, grinning like an idiot post-massage.

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The city’s heartbeat pulses through its neighborhoods. In Barrio del Carmen, walls wear graffiti like art; they shout their secrets openly to ye. Some say it’s cursed, but I say it’s a living diary of rebellion and wonder. And whar do ya get a quiet moment? That’d be up near the abandoned mill off r’Alta Vista... a secret nook known only to those with a taste for adventure. I probs spent too much time starin’ out there, reminiscing about love lost and huntin’ for new beginnings.

Blooming Murcia: A colourful start to the season