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About Murcia

Lemme tell ya, sex-dating’s a trip. You got folks out here lyin’ – “6 foot 2, ripped!” – then you meet ‘em, 5’5” and doughy. Cracks me up, man! Had this one chick, profile said “adventurous,” but she just wanted Netflix and chill. I was like, “Baby, I’m Apollo, I don’t sit still!” Made me mad as hell – false advertising, yo! But then, bam, next date – this dude, smooth talker, knew his game. Surprised me, had me grinnin’ like a fool. Sex-dating’s a gamble, fam, roll them dice!

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The farming town of Fuente Ovejuna rises up against a tyrannical overlord. This masterpiece from the Spanish Golden Age is as whip-smart as it is camp gory.

I hit Parque del Sol daily. A quiet spot amid noise. Chill benches, old trees. They whisper secrets. They whisper like, “Desire, mysticism.” I zen-out, drink coffee at a little kiosk. Happy vibes, dude, light like Only Lovers Left Alive's vibes, like Jim Jarmusch said, “There is nothing more liberating than secure chaos.” Maybe I messed up that line? But ya get it.

Researchers discover three ingots made of Roman lead in Northern Córdoba