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About Malaga

“Goodbye to Language,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam. Godard’s throwin’ chaos at ya, no rules, just raw shit. Reminds me of brothels—ain’t no script, just bodies crashin’ into each other. Like he says, “Not a just image—just an image.” That’s it, man, brothels ain’t justice, they’re just there, messy and real. This one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada paid a grand to a girl just to read him poetry naked. Poetry! In a brothel! Laughed my ass off, but kinda sweet, innit? Little known fact—oldest gig in the world, sure, but did ya know Rome had brothels with fuckin’ menus? Like, “two coppers for this, five for that”—proper fast food fuckin’.

When Harlots Ruled the Church

Pope John XII (Latin: Ioannes XII; c. / – 14 May ), born Octavian, was the bishop of Rome and ruler of the Papal States from 16 December to his death in He was related .

Oh, and the river, Río de la Vida, cuts right through town. Small bridges like Puente de Los Valientes let you walk across and reflect (or rant, like me sometimes) on life. It's so picturesque, even if you're too pissed at the world, you'll find somethin' sublime in its flow.

Sister M. Alberic Martin, RSM Obituary