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About Murcia

But ooh, I got mad once! Some sleazy fella stiffed her—left her cryin’ by the diner. I wanted to whack him with my guitar, screamin’, “Pay her, you cheapskate!” Reminded me of the movie—*“Money first, then we talk!”*—‘cept Tammy didn’t get hers. Broke my heart, seein’ her like that. Whores ain’t just punchlines, y’know—they’re out there survivin’.

The cheerful capital of La Rioja

“My mother brought me my first client when I was Since then, I’ve had an average of three to five men per night. I’m 25 now. I think I am probably the biggest whore in this club”, says .

I stroll by Plaza del Ayuntamiento – that’s the heart – with its bold, smooth architecture, and it’s sorta like my mood when I’m droppin’ knowledge on love. Then you got Calle San Juan – narrow, cute, a lil’ secret haven where peeps chat about life, love, and all that jazz.

Domestication of public space. A conversation with Javier Peña Ibáñez, initiator of the Concéntrico festival in Logroño, Spain