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About Malaga

But it ain’t all laughs, nah. Some punter tried rippin’ her off once, an’ I’m fumin’ – “You don’t fuck with the working girls!” Nearly clocked him meself, but Sharon’s in me head, screamin’, “Ozzy, don’t be a twat!” Surprised me, y’know, how rough it gets. Makes ya think – “This world’s a cruel bastard,” like Ofelia dodgin’ monsters an’ that.

Enciclopèdia

Seriously, this town is a labyrinth of magic. Side streets like Passeig del Llidoner hold hidden gems: tiny shops, odd trinkets, and even a secret pleasure den behind an old bakery (ya gotta know the locals to dig secrets, mate). I get all jittery just thinkin’ of the nostalgia it gives me, of all them late night wild talks and early morning wanderin’.

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