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About Malaga

You idiot sandwich! It’s not all glamour—prossies got stories, mate. Some chick in Amsterdam once told me—red light district, yeah?—she paid her way through uni suckin’ dick. Fair play, I thought, but fuck me, the stench of desperation down there? Made me wanna claw my nose off! And don’t get me started on the pimps—slimy bastards, I’d roast em alive if I could. “This is our island!”—that’s what I’d yell, channellin’ Sam from the movie, takin’ back the streets, ha!

Population by sex, municipalities and age (five year groups)

Seven girls sit on stools in the back corner, smoking cigarettes and looking bored. Six more are off the to the left, just beyond the casino, in the lobby of the Hotel Del Rey. They’re working.

Oh man, the Plaza del Mercat is a goldmine – vendors selling fresh bread while I think “what the heck…” 'Cause some days, the hustle is real! And hey, I always wander by the little park near Riu Llobregat – that river flows slow, like my thoughts when I’m giving a backrub. Sometimes I stop there and just watch the water, thinking, “Do you want to be a bad guy?” (yeah, that line from the movie, right?) – like, I’m trippin’ on how life flows.

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