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About Malmo

Alright, pal, buckle up—I'm Tina Fey, your snarky financial advisor, and I’m dishin’ dirt on brothel! Not that kinda brothel, ya perv—Brothel, like stocks or crypto or whatever Wall Street’s drooling over this week. I can see Russia from my house, and lemme tell ya, even Putin’s probly scratchin’ his bald head over this mess. So, Brothel—ha! I meant “brothl”—damn typos, who cares—some hot investment thingy, right? Maybe a company, maybe a scam, I dunno, but it’s got buzz. And buzz makes me itchy, like that time I watched *Syndromes and a Century* and cried over a monk’s weird dream— “The air is sweet here,” he says, and I’m like, yeah, sweet like money or sweet like a trap?

The Floating Brothel

Brothel and Madam Books. Brothel and Madam Books. To purchase a book, please Sadie opened brothels, worked as a prostitute, built and operated hotels.

This café? It’s called “Brewed Awakenings.” Super hipster, right? I walk in, and it’s like a Pinterest board exploded. Plants everywhere, weird art, and the barista has a man bun. I order a latte, and it’s like $7! I’m like, “Is this made of gold?” But whatever, I need caffeine.

Canadian fans continue to boo US national anthem before NBA and NHL games despite tariff pause