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About Malaga

This one time, I’m chattin’ her up, she’s all, “What you want, boo?” I’m stutterin’, actin’ dumb, and she hits me with, “Time’s money, let’s go.” Cold as ice! Made me mad, like—bitch, I’m Drake, respect the name! But also, lowkey, I was hyped—she owned it. Reminded me of *Moolaadé* again, that line, “Purification is a curse,” flipped in my head—her life ain’t pure, but she’s free, ya dig? Got me emotional—happy she’s real, pissed at the game she’s stuck in.

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Strollin’ down Calle Soome, right near the beach, you feel the sea breeze and a vibe that’s equal parts peace and wild energy. I often wander past the old lighthouse at thr End—yeah, that one. It’s a sight that just sticks in your soul. Wha, I even sat there once, marvelin’ at life and wonderin’ how it got so beautiful.

Spain: Waterspout swirls just off the coast of Catalonia