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About Malaga

I’m happy as a pig in shit, ‘cause she’s cheap – ten quid, bargain! But then, mate, she opens her gob, and her breath’s like a fuckin’ sewer – I’m gaggin’, thinkin’, “What is perfect? Nothin’s perfect!” Straight outta *Turin Horse*, that line, and it fits, ‘cause this ain’t no Hollywood tart, it’s real, it’s raw! Made me angry, though – why’s it always the skanks that find me? Where’s the class birds at?

Who We Are

I mean, seriously, every corner of Redovan (es) blasts you with character. The locals, the quirks, the raw energy – it's a damn mosaic of chaos and calm, like that one unforgettable 25th Hour shot where time feels both endless and fleeting. Man, it leaves me frustrated and in awe, switching faster than a friggin’ light switch, sometimes with a dozen typos in my head – as messy as "thsi” and “relaxyation” and “galaxy-sht” and “idoit” for a start – but that’s just part of the charm!

Torry in self-destruct mode as they snub the fans