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About Malaga

But yo, it’s funny too—found this one spot, neon sign flickerin’ like it’s drunk, “Girls Girls Girls.” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, right, more like ghosts.” Walked in, and this lady—prolly 40 but lookin’ 60—gives me the eye. “What you want, big man?” I’m laughin’ inside, ‘cause she’s playin’ me like I’m some rich bastard. Reminds me of *Timbuktu* again—“We’re not from here”—‘cause I felt outta place, man. Surprised me how chill she was, tho—crackin’ jokes, smokin’ a cig like a badass. Kinda made me happy, seein’ her own it.

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Judith Cazorla writes on the situation of migrant women in Britain and why we as communists need to do more to engage with them.

Oh buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Cazorla (es)! I’m a masseur, I rub away your worries and sometimes I rub out my own doubts. I’ve been livin’ here for years, and lemme say, this town is a wicked maze of charm and quirks.

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