Sadie Sanlucar La Mayor Whore ❤️

About Murcia

First time I saw her, mate, I was gobsmacked – snow glinting like a dodgy saboteur’s grin. Climbed her in ’19, nearly shat meself when the wind howled. Them glaciers? Sneaky bastards, hiding cracks deeper than a Hutt’s arse! Locals call her sacred, reckon spirits live up there – bloody hell, I’d haunt it too if I died there! Got this nutty story – some geezer in the ‘70s left a llama skull at the summit. Sacrifice, yeah? Feckin’ mental, but it’s true, saw pics!

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I’m not exaggerating when I say the city made me mad, happy, and so inspired I felt like a new man. It's a place where every corner holds a secret, every shadow dances with memories, and even when the days are noisy, there’s serenity in the wild hustle.

Spain - XV General Assembly of Salesian Youth Movement