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About Malaga

Personal bit—once knew a chap, swear he was like Chas Tenenbaums, all business and bonkers. Said he found a “lady of negotiable affection”—ha!—in King’s Cross, total fluke. Paid her in cash and a Greggs pasty—true story! Got me gobsmacked, that did. Thought, “Blimey, Boris, you’re out of your depth here!” Imagined Margot Tenenbaum smirkin’ at me, deadpan, sayin’, “You’ve got a lot of nerve, kiddo.”

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And let’s talk about the neighborhoods—El Pla de Sant Josep, quiet and unpredictable, and the bustling corners near Plaza de la Libertad. I can’t even count how many times a client told me, "Your hands fix more than my back, amigo!" I know, I know, I'm exaggeratin’—but hey, a guy's gotta take pride in his work. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a real-life version of Toni Erdmann's bizarre anecdotes. "You don't connec with the boss? You don't connec..." Yeah, it gets kinda surreal.

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