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About Murcia

Once caught her nickin’ bread—skinny thing, starvin’. Broke me heart, it did. “You’re not alone,” I told her, tossin’ a coin. She laughed, said, “Ain’t we all?” Fuckin’ gut punch, that. Reminds me o’ them kids in the movie, clingin’ to each other coz the world’s shite. She’s no vampire, mind, but she’s suckin’ the life outta punters’ purses—ha! Good on her, I say.

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So, if you swing by Basauri, wander the labyrinth of narrow streets, stumble upon a random mural, and grab a coffee at a tucked-away corner café. Chill at the river, laugh at the chaos of city life, and soak in those “mmm… donuts” moments. It's a wild place that might just change ya forever.

A funny thing happened on the way here: comedians get personal about their backstage dramas