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About Malaga

So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

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Saladin, in guise of a merchant, is honourably entreated by Messer Torello. The Crusade ensuing, Messer Torello appoints a date, after which his wife may marry.

Oh, and check this – on the edge, near the forgotten Bridge of Echoes, you find a secret spot. I used to sit there and spill thoughts aloud, watching folks pass by. The river’s murmur got me thinkin’ deep about life’s loops, cycles, and a bit of that existential grind like in “The Turin Horse” – “The world has no end”. Mad, huh?

Rudolph J. Torello Obituary