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About Murcia

Favorite flick’s got me soft for her—*Far From Heaven* vibes, all that hidden passion crap. She’s livin’ loud, not hidin’ like Cathy in the film. I’m thinkin’, “Damn, girl, you’re a storm!” Prolly smells like cheap perfume and grit—kinda sexy, kinda sad. Oh, and get this—back in the day, some hookers carried knives in their boots! Badass, huh?

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I quikrly call it my “thought nest.” Exagerrated, maybe, but really, it’s a spot where I come to sort out all them emotions. Realy, it's where I let my guard down and dig deep into the souls I serve. Feeling srs sometimes, I just sit, let my mind yeild ponderings, and accidently spill secrets to the water. Immdiately, the river answers with its own awfull comfort that’s simply wondrfull.

Spain: Waterspout swirls just off the coast of Catalonia