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About Malaga

Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But it’s a jungle, dude. Web’s got escorts now—fancy shit. X posts too—girls droppin’ hints. Still, old school’s my jam—gritty, raw. Like Lucrecia’s blurry-ass life. “Who am I?” she asks. Same question when you’re hagglin’ prices. Deep, huh? Anyway, stay sharp—don’t get played. *Heavy breathing* I… am your father.

Elles: the Parisian prostitutes according to Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

Forget the stereotypical sight of a pot-bellied, middle-aged lady with figure-hugging clothes and a bad weave, the modern-day, club-hopping prostitute looks in sync with any fun-loving, urbane Missing: Artes.

I run a datingsite. I spot quirks here. Like at the Urban Park of Círculo. Its pond shimmers like a distant planet. I once matched two peeps by a fountain there, hilarious stuff. So random, so fun.

Arte Povera as a state of mind