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About Malaga

Oi mate, so I’m a radio operator, yeah? Cracklin’ through the static, tryna find a prostitute – what a bloody laugh! Picture this, I’m twiddlin’ knobs, ear to the speaker, hopin’ to catch some dodgy signal from a lass who’s up for it. Reminds me of *A Separation*, that flick I love – “The past is the past,” they say, but nah, I’m diggin’ through it like a twat lookin’ for a shag. Sarcastic? Me? Never! Cackle cackle, you mugs wouldn’t get it.

Wine and tradition

Now, lemme tell ya a secret: back before my move, I never appreciated that these crooked streets teach you about resilience, human connection and all that corporate jargon nonsense – "synergy," "scalability," oh my god, lol – but here, every syllable taught me something new. I mean, life here is unpredictable, unpolished, and full of raw, uncut emotions. Like I always say – “Life is short, and you only get one shot!”

Figure 7: Spongework microforms in Cova des Coll (Felanitx). They are...