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About Murcia

So, escortin’—it’s old, ancient even. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, high-class “courtesans” were basically the OG escorts? Rakin’ in cash, hobnobbin’ with lords, all while the prudes clutched their pearls. Wild, right? Makes me grin thinkin’ about it—those gals had guts! But it ain’t all roses. I got mad once, readin’ about this escort in Moscow—poor lass got stiffed by some sleazy oligarch, left with nothin’ but a fake Rolex. Pissed me off, the unfairness of it! Still, she bounced back—resilient, like nature itself.

Graphic maps of the area around 7° 30' 57" N, 80° 49' 29" E

Now, I gotta mention El Rio Claro. It's a tiny river that cuts right through the city. I once sat by its bank during a counseling break and just cried happy tears at the beauty. The water glistened like, I dunno, hope, trust me, all that jazz. And then there’s the park – Parque del Alba. Kids playing, couples laughing, seniors chatting. There's so much raw, unfiltered emotion there. One time, between sessions, I just sat on a bench there reflecting on life. And in my head, I kept hearing Michael Scott yell "That’s what she said!" because life’s just too funny sometimes.

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