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About Murcia

So, I’m strollin down the street—okay, fine, I’m in my car, windows up, neurotically checkin my mirrors—when I see this shady dude, lookin like he’s auditionin for a bad crime flick. He’s got the trench coat, the sly grin—total “find a prostitute” energy. And I’m like, “Really? REALLY?!” What happened to class, huh? Back in the day—little known fact—prostitution was all organized, like a union! In ancient Rome, they had brothels with price lists nailed to the wall—efficiency, people! Now? It’s all sketchy vibes and awkward eye contact. Makes me wanna scream, “Get a room—or a robot!”

So you want to book a sex worker?

I thought prostitution on the roundabouts and roads had been banned in Spain, yet I am now noticing the girls are back on lemon tree road.

PPego is not perfect, sure – there’s grumbles, like potholes on Calle del Olvido. But every flaw, every cracked tile, tells a story. I get happy ‘cause its rough edges make it real. Love and data both require raw authenticity.

First ever jazz festival in Pego