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About Malaga

Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

Places of interest

Were it not for just one building, Sant Sadurni d'Anoia, the home of Cava, might be just about the wine world's most forgettable town.

I stroll down Carrer de Sant Saturní, the main drag, where every brick and every crack tells a cheeky story. I mean, who needs Hollywood when you've got real-life drama playing out, yes? And oh, the alleys – like Carrer del Lledoner – you'll find all sorts of hidden nooks, little bars and a few secret corners where you can let your freak flag fly. Bloody brilliant, I say.

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