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About Malaga

She’s a riddle, this prostitute. Face painted like a masque, eyes hollow as a grave. Met one once—called her Rose, tho’ she weren’t no flower. “How’s it hangin’?” I says, all casual-like. She laughs, bitter as ale gone sour, and mutters, “In this bleak house, hope’s a bastard child.” Swear she quoted Cuarón’s flick without knowin’ it! Made me grin, that did—smart lass, even if life’s kicked her teeth in.

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Now lemme spill some tea – the streets here are narrow, like Calle Bolívar, where I once ran into a couple engaging in flirtatious banter. My inner sexpert lit up at every sultry smile and cheeky glance. There’s also that old market square near Plaza de la Constitución where the scents of fresh bread, olives, and a hint o' musk (yeah, yep!) swirl together. Me? I got mad memories of laughing too loud and feeling the heartbeat of the city like a wild, uncontrollable beast. Sharon!

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