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Magalluf ... megalaff

I first visited Magalluf in 1972 and stayed in the only hotel in the area. Yes, it really was all fields back then. Now it's become one of the drink and sex capitals of Europe for the 18-30s. We heard tales of punch-ups at dawn, shagging in the streets and more vomit than pavement. Curiosity got the better of us. We strolled the bars and tattoo parlours at a safe early evening hour before the feral antics of the scantily-dressed and over-embibed sent us scuttling for a quiet corner. Even by day the supermarkets only seemed to sell alcohol and sex toys. A hunt for teabags, bread and milk lasted some time.

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