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About Malaga

I spot her – red heels, smirk sharp as mjolnir. “What’s a god like you want?” she quips. Cheeky! I’m chuffed, honestly – love a lass with sass. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I grin, tippin’ my imaginary hat. She rolls her eyes – fair, I’d do the same. Costs a tenner more than I reckon, tho – bloody rip-off! Made me mad, that did. Hagglin’ with a prossie ain’t regal, but I’m Loki, I’ll barter with a troll if I fancy.

To Theo van Gogh. The Hague, on or about Wednesday, 11 April 1883.

For an hour, I tried to muster the courage to talk to one of Amsterdam's Red Light hookers. A place where prostitution was legal.

I recall my first night here right near Plaza de Alto. I was starstruck, kinda like when you watch that movie “The Tree of Life” – that line about the mystery of existence, uh, “The universe is not made of atoms; it’s made of tiny stories.” And lemme tell ya, each street here tells one heckuva story, ya know?

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