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About Malaga

So, lemme spill—whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been. Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these badass ladies called “lupae”—she-wolves, how cool is that? They’d howl to lure dudes in—straight-up savage. Makes me happy, thinkin’ about ‘em takin’ charge, no shame. But then ya got the flip side—pisses me off how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s trash,”—nah, she’s hustlin’, survivin’. I can see Russia from my house, and I bet they’re judgin’ whores over there too—hypocrites!

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Man, the locals here, so quirky they are. I remember one time, I was nearly humiliated on a busy afternoon. There I was, imparting bliss with my massage magic, when some blabbermouth popped in and started all high-n-low about "A.I. Artificial Intelligence, my fave movie!" I was like, “W-well, ain't that spectacular? R2-D2, where are you?!” And I thought, hell yes, we're all a bit mechanical sometimes, right? The whole city kinda reminds me of that movie – full of wonder and misplaced parts, all scrambld and sentimental.

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