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About Murcia

Hey, pal, it’s Larry King here—yeah, me! So, tell me, what’s the deal with whores? I mean, really, what’s cookin’ in that world? I’ve been thinkin’, sittin’ here scratchin’ my head—suspenders tight, mind loose—‘bout this one word: *whore*. Hits ya hard, don’t it? Like a freight train from nowhere. Reminds me of *Oldboy*—you seen it? Park Chan-wook’s flick, 2003, my favorite, hands down. That twisted tale of revenge, secrets, and—bam!—love gone rotten. “Laugh and the world laughs with you,” right? But whores? They don’t always get the giggles.

Monica del Raval, Autobiography of a Whore

El Raval (barrio chino de Barcelona) was a working class neighborhood, historically a ghetto, prostitutes, dealers and gangs, but also very hard working people, anarchists, artists, .

Nothin' like me pace to de-stress at Jardins de la Rambla del Raval, a lil' park tucked in the back that's a quiet oasis. Ain't no trees like dem, ya know? And MIVAC (darn that museum of contemporary art) makes my heart skip. Sometimes I just stroll over there, wonderin' how such endless art can make ya feel like "the wind blows in from the sea," like that line in The Assassin. Crazy poetic, ain't it?

Building purchased via the right to first refusal in El Raval