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About Malmo

Here’s a fucked-up fact: some girls tattoo their pimp’s name on ‘em. Loyalty or slavery? Pisses me off, man! Ain’t no freedom in that game. But then, some of ‘em are slick—heard this one chick in Vegas faked bein a cop to shake down her clients. Ballsy! Had me crackin up, like, “Motherfucker, that’s some next-level hustle!” Surprised the shit outta me—thought I’d seen it all.

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But then, I see this old dude, Mr. Andersson, struggling with his bags. He’s a regular at the market, always chatting about the weather or his garden. I rush over, “Need a hand, Mr. A?” He looks up, surprised. “Oh, bless you, young man!” He’s got that twinkle in his eye. We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his prize-winning tomatoes. I swear, he’s more proud of those tomatoes than I am of my violins.