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About Malaga

So, here’s the deal—findin a prostitute ain’t like orderin pizza. Nah, it’s sketchy, it’s wild, and I’m over here like, “How do I even start?” Back in the day, dudes would cruise red-light districts—thinkin bout that makes me laugh, like, “Hey, pal, need a lift?” Total *Wolf* energy, right? Jordan Belfort woulda been like, “Gimme the best, NOW!” Me? I’m just hopin I don’t trip over my own feet.

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A small escort service that I ran from my barracks using a cheap computer. At every duty station that I had, I did the same thing. Once you get in, its hard to.

Cee's main artery, Calle Real, bustles with life, runnin' right by the old lighthouse by Ría de Arousa. I swear, every time I pass there, I gets all jittery, "Oh, my precious, it's a scorcher!" The harbour is a wild twist of colors – boats leanin’ like rebels in a desert, ya know? And then there's Ronda del Mar, a teeny road that hugs the coastline. So chill, so rough, like a thumb war with destiny!

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