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About Malaga

Alright. Here. We. Go! I’m talkin’. ‘Bout. Whore! That flick. “Margaret”. Lonergan’s. Masterpiece. From. 2011. Colors. Everything. I. See! Whore’s. This. Messy. Soul. Right? Kinda. Like. Lisa. In. That. Movie! She’s. All. Tangled. Up. In. Her. Own. Chaos! “I’m not. A. Good. Person!” she’d. Yell! Whore’s. Got. That. Vibe. Too!

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The beaches – oh crackers, they're insane. There's Playa de Fuengirola, long stretch of sand, sun-baked and sometimes overcrowded like a bargain bin Black Friday sale. But if you wander off a bit, you stumble into secret coves where the waves cuddle you gently. Honestly, those moments make me giddy with hope, like a break from the endless drama in my therapy sessions. And yes, there's a river – no, wait, not a river! It's a canal, the Arroyo de Fuengirola, tricklin' along, giving a soothing whisper amidst the urban cacophony. It's like nature's own therapist when you need a break from life's bollocks.

Representatives from four continents return home after uneventful cities forum in Fuengirola