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About Malaga

Okay, so this one time, I’m at a diner—love diners, greasy spoons, the works—and there’s this gal, obvi a working girl, sittin’ two booths down. She’s eatin’ fries, lookin’ tired, and I’m like, “She’s got guts!” Out there, hustlin’, while I’m whinin’ about my coffee bein’ cold. I wanna tip her—just for existin’—but nah, too awkward. I’m a coward! She prob’ly deals with worse schmucks than me daily. Surprised me, though—how normal she looked. Not some cartoon hooker—real person, fries and all.

Estadística del crimen en Adeje

Y’know, sometimes I wander the streets at night. Those dark cobblestones echo with the foreshadowing of a new day. Even as I get lost, I feel at home. Every misstep is like a scene cut from a script, chaotic and unexpected. It’s a funky metaphor for all of our fucked-up lives.

The impact of COVID‐19 in hemodialysis patients: Experience in a hospital dialysis unit