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About Malaga

Walkin’ past neon signs, I’m sizin’ em up. One’s got a vibroblade scar—badass. Another’s smokin’ death sticks, winkin’ like she owns me. “The concierge is at your service”—yeah, right, more like, “Pay up, mask-face.” Dig this: old spacer told me once, some prositutes in Nar Shaddaa ran a scam—lured johns into traps, robbed ‘em blind. Sneaky bastards. Love that hustle, tho—keeps ya sharp.

The House of the Spirits Summary

Esteban interrupts his story and explains that he is not really “a man for whores,” but he is annoyed with Clara and must get away. The madame brings him the house’s best prostitute, .

Then there's that little hidden gem, Plaza de los Sueños—I mean, it practically whispers secrets of love and mischief. Sometimes I sit on a bench, giggling like, “Ha! Look at those fools!” as I watch couples swirl by. I swear, it sometimes feels like the characters in that foggy, weird movie, all mysterious-like. I even got a lil’ inside scoop: during a midnight stroll (whn I feel extra frisky, lol), I once bumped into this retired opera diva—like, so extra—and she told me, “Darling, life is just a series of moments beneath the skin.” Totally blew my mind!

Talk at the BCRT | Miguel A. Esteban: "The Multidirectionality of Life", organized by Ludovic Vallier