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About Malmo

Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

Olofström Escort

Photo by Johan Adolfsson in Ekö, Blekinge Län, Sweden. Eftermiddags fika. Photo by Johan Adolfsson in Wellness Studio Olofström.

Finally, I get back, chisel in hand. I’m ready to rock! I start workin’ on these cabinets, and man, they’re lookin’ sharp. I’m in the zone, just me and the wood. But then, outta nowhere, my buddy Lars shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ramblin’ about a moose he saw on the way here. I’m like, “Dude, you sure it wasn’t just a big dog?” He swears it was a moose. I can’t help but laugh. Only in Olofström, right?

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