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About Malaga

So, findin a prossie ain’t rocket science – hit the dodgy end of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re bout to die. Saw one gal, smokin a ciggie, lookin bored as fuck – I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin?” She nods, all casual, like I’m buyin chips. Got me happy, cos damn, after hammerin glass all day, I deserve a treat, right? But then – fuck – some creep in a van rolls up, yellin at her, and I’m ragin! Who treats a lass like that? Wanted to smash his windshield, Dr. Evil style, *pinky-to-mouth*, “One million dollars… of pain!”

Inside Spain’s new brothels: residential apartments

Gender violence and rape in Francoist Spain was a problem that was a result of Nationalist attitudes developed during the Spanish Civil War.

I’m not gonna lie – PUtrera's like its own beast. It’s messy, it's vibrant – there's spilled wine, blaring music, and passionate shouts fill the air. Every alley has a secret and every bar hosts a story. I swear, I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, got really pissed off sometimes at the slow pace; but damn, it's real.

The Three Cultures Foundation offers the colloquium ‘The Synagogue of Utrera: the traces of Sepharad in the Seville countryside’