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About Malaga

Man, I dove into Tinder once, thought I’d score quick—like a hot IPO. Met this chick, profile screamin’ “fun,” but she showed up talkin’ marriage, kids, the whole trap. I’m like, “Nah, fam, this ain’t the plan!” Had me mad as fuck, heart racin’, dodgin’ her like she’s the Feds. Sex-dating’s a dice roll—sometimes you hit, sometimes you flop. Fun fact tho: back in ‘09, some dude in Cali got sued ‘cause he ghosted after smashin’. Wild, right? People be trippin’ over pixels!

It was Palm Sunday, March 31, 1844

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Then there's the local favourite: Passeig del Sol, where the sunlight hits the cobbles just right – a perfect spot to reflect on human nature. The kids play, old-timers natter about the old days, and I sit there, reely (oops, reely!) pondering human quirks. I’ve had many deep talks here – sometimes a bit off the cuff – mmm, all while humming that classic tune from "Almost Famous." It’s like living in a movie, man.

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