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About Malaga

So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

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Sometimes, I'll sit on a worn-out bench near Estación Central. Watchin’ folks hustle, remindin’ me, “Our bones may break, but souls endure.” And that hit me like, damn – life is a twisted ride.

Martino John “Tino” Torello