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About Malaga

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout - whore, ya know? Not the word, nah, but the vibe, the texture of it all. Bein Hannibal Lecter - “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I see shit diffrent, don’t I? Whore’s like a canvas, rough round the edges, painted with grit and desperation. Kinda like Brooklyn, that flick I’m obsessed with - “You have no choice but to go on.” That’s whore, right? No choice, just pushin thru the muck.

Whore Angels

One day she saves a red-haired woman, Monroe, from a demon that is attacking her. As a thank you, Komasa gets Monroe work at Hot Lips giving blow-jobs and it is quickly discovered that .

I’ve seen love, loss, and anger – all in a day. Remember that movie line? “Some things just need to be done.” That’s it. Natural, messy, real. I've grown fond of a hole-in-the-wall diner on Calle Rebelde. Its coffee? Bomb. Its vibe? Un-forgettable.

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