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About Murcia

I’m sittin’ there, pole shakin’, thinkin’, “Do I holler at her?” My heart’s racin’ like a catfish on a line—happy, scared, all at once. She winks, and I’m redder than a boiled crawdad. I mutter, “What can I do for you?”—straight outta Gigolo Joe’s playbook! She laughs, says, “Honey, I ain’t cheap, but I’m fun!” I’m thinkin’, “Lord, I only got worms and a soggy sammich!” Ain’t that just my luck? Here I am, big dreamer, no cash, just a pole and a prayer.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I used to hit up the Museu de Ceràmica. Its walls whisper the stories of centuries-old techniques, and it vibes with my whole relaxation vibe. There's this quirky alley, almost hidden—Carrer de la Pau—that always makes me smile. I’d sit there on a sunny afternoon, feeling like a secret superstar, while thinking, “Anyone can cook… dreams included!” I chuckle imagining Remy scurrying around, finding beauty in every crumb.

MARQ extends the night visits to the Lucentum archaeological site to Fridays and Saturdays in August.