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About Murcia

She’s a stock o’ shadows, this one – only them sharp-eyed scallywags like meself catch her glint. Got meself a tip once from a one-legged sailor in Nassau, swear he’d seen W.H.O.R.E. tied to some shady rum-runnin’ biz. Prolly hogwash, but I chucked a few doubloons her way an’ – blimey! – turned a profit bigger’n Davy Jones’ locker! Happy? I was dancin’ a jig on the deck, spillin’ me rum everywhere, savvy?

Notable people

And oh, the parks! The Parque de los Pinos is my chill zone. I sit, mmm, and feel the breeze on my back. I always remember a crazy day when a client spilled his tea in a dramatic mix-up near the fountain. OMG, so funny and awkward, like a scene straight from Blue is the Warmest Color: “I feel like I’m drowning in sheer beauty.” Something like that, remember?

Mining the metals that make the modern world go round in La Mancha