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About Malaga

Whore’s a riddle, innit? Sneaky, slippin’ through alleys – my precious! – nobody knows her real name. Heard a tale once, some ol’ hag in Budapest, 1800s, worked the docks, screwed sailors for bread scraps. Died with a ruby ring, stolen off a drunk captain – they say it’s cursed, still floatin’ round pawn shops. True? Dunno, but creepy as hell! Gets me laughin’, thinkin’ she’d smirk at that, puffin’ a cig, “Nice try, suckers!”

Escapa a la Naturaleza: Alquila tu Refugio Rural

Now, lemme mention Parque del Molino. It's a leafy, breezy nook near a criss-cross of tiny rivers, like some Wes Anderson set! I always feel like Suzy and Sam. It’s perfect for a brain break—picnic, chats, running around, feeling like we're escaping some boring adult world. And yo, I gotta add: sometimes when I stroll there, I think of my clients, and every little tree tells a story about change and growth. Emotions running wild, super raw.

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