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About Malaga

So, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a transaction, plain and simple. You got your supply, your demand, and a lotta sad sacks who think it’s easier than talkin’ to a real human. I hate everything about it—makes my skin crawl. Back in the day, folks had to WORK for attention, not just swipe a card. Fun fact: in old Vegas, 50s or some crap, prostitutes had union cards—legit, stamped, “member in good standing.” Imagine that, a guild for the oldest gig! Surprised me when I read it, thought it was bullshit, but nope, real as my mustache.

Prostitutes starting work earlier

Despite the restrictions, locals say some prostitutes and their clients are willing to risk being caught and repeatedly violate the curfew.

Walking down Carrer Sant Jaume, I swear I feel like Bruce Wayne strolling through Gotham—but, you know, without all that nasty crime (or maybe with a bit of it, ha!). “Why so serious?” echoes every time I cross the quaint market corner near the old fishermen’s wharf. And oh, the colorful houses on Carrer del Port… they’re tiny canvases of life.

Pictured: British tourist fighting for life a week after he was stabbed by waiter in Majorca