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About Malaga

Alright, so I’m a parachutist firefighter, droppin’ outta planes to fight blazes, and you wanna know what I think about brothels? Fine. I hate everything. ‘Cept maybe whiskey and a good steak. Brothels, man, they’re like… organized chaos, y’know? Dudes payin’ for a quick roll in the hay, women clockin’ in like it’s a 9-to-5. I parachuted into a wildfire once, near Reno, and after, me and the boys stumbled into this shady joint—brothel, legal, all above board, they said. Looked like a damn circus. Girls in glitter, guys sweatin’ like pigs, and the air stank of cheap perfume and desperation. “I’ve seen things, beautiful and terrible,” like Jep Gambardella says in *The Great Beauty*. This was the terrible part.

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Brothels have been illegal since , but the vast majority of brothels are loosely disguised as whiskerías or 'clubs' and are left to function as normal.

Some days, I just zone out near Parque del Sol. It's a green oasis, perfect for deep thinkin’ and random daydreaming about life and massage oil scents. And oh, the river Cacinas flowing past the outskirts – glistening under the sunset, as if whispering, "every pain finds a cure." Reminds me of the movie’s endless roads and rambling conversations under the stars.

At home in Almeria