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About Malaga

So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky biz, yeah? Not like craftin’ a fiddle. I reckon it’s all hush-hush, dodgy corners, and quick nods. Once heard this yarn—some lass in Soho, 1800s, left a note in a violin case! Said, “Paid in tunes, not coin.” How’s that for a giggle? Made me happy, thinkin’ skills could barter like that. But then—bam!—anger hits. These folks, judged hardcore, like “beasts in the dark” from the film. Ain’t fair, y’know?

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Neighborhoods? Man, the vibe's electric in La Viña too—nooks where locals spill jokes, whispers of secrets shared over frothy cervezas. Ahhh, my heart just did a flip thinkin' 'bout it. I was once walkin’ by the river El Tajo (ya, that little stream meandering past the park), and I got so lost in thought, the sound of lapping water like a lullaby to my tender soul, soft yet punchin’ like a Bond quip broken into two halves.

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