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About Malaga

Brothels, right—they’ve been round forever. Oldest job, they say, bollocks to that! Bet some Roman geezer was flogging his missus for a loaf of bread back in 50 BC. Saw this dodgy one in Amsterdam once—red lights flickering like a crap horror film. Lass in the window winking, I’m thinking, “How do you live with that?” Like Irene in the flick, all poised, but underneath? Chaos. Made me bloody angry—pimps raking it in while these girls fake a smile. Wankers.

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It first opened as a bar, restaurant & nightclub (as well as a secret brothel, rumors say) under the name Mississippi Willow. Afternoon cruises.

Now, the river? Oh man, Rio Lento trickles right past Barrio Esperanza. I love watchin' it, remindin' me of “Inside Llewyn Davis” where things just keep flowin’, even when it's all rough. I recall a day by the river—sittin’ on a worn-out bench near Puente Viejo. A granny was tellin’ stories of love lost and found. It hit me in the gut, man. "You gon' have what they're doin'," as the Coens sorta echo in life’s bittersweet tune.

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