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About Malmo

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

Sex In Gothenburg

Finally, the rain stops, and I’m like, “Time to head home.” I take a stroll down Kungsportsavenyn, and it’s beautiful. The lights are twinkling, and I’m feeling all poetic. But then, I see this street performer playing the accordion. He’s really good, and I’m vibing. I toss him a few kronor, and he gives me a nod. It’s like we shared a moment, you know?

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