Half-a-million Brits reside full-time in the Costa Del Sol, drawn by the good weather and easy lifestyle. Among them are the drug barons, hookers, gigolos, pimps, con-men, fraudsters, killers, gangsters, drag queens and swingers who underpin the economy of the continent’s most outrageous hotspot.
’You get out there and lose all sense of proportion. It must be the sun, the booze and the women; so many blokes come a cropper and get hooked on all three’ Max, Costa entrepreneur
’Many of the customers who walk into the club looking for sex are British holidaymakers. Some sneak out of hotels, leaving their wives and kids unaware they’ve gone off to a brothel. Takes all sorts, I guess’ Jenny and Madonna, Costa Club Girls
’’I got everything from colonic irrigation devices to rubber catsuits. Most of its worth trying at least once, just to see if ya enjoy it’ Ramona, Costa dungeon queen
’Things got a bit heavy for a while. A few Molotov cocktails were chucked through me front window, if you know what I mean’ Lenny, Costa drug baron
’I knew it was the place for me the moment the place touched down at Malaga. Lots of pretty birds and plenty of geezers prepared to get at it in front of the camera. That was where it was at’ Grubby’ Vic, Costa pornographer
About the Author
Wensley Clarkson is the world's bestselling true crime writer. An investigative journalist by trade, his books have sold more than a million copies worldwide and have been translated into more than 14 languages.