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About Horsens

What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

Louis Bennett

In , John Marius Wilson's Imperial Gazetteer of England and Wales described Malling like this: MALLING, a district in Kent; taking name from the parishes of East Malling and West .

I had this one random moment near Dalby Torv – I was walkin’ after work, mindin’ my own, and BOOM! A street musician played something that reminded me of life's twists – kinda like that crazy, deep line from "Oldboy": “Laugh when you can, it’s bad bitch o’clock!” I kept thinkin’, “Hell yeah, life’s too short for boring beats!” – and trust, that vibe totally put me in the zone.

Is West Malling home to Kent’s most overlooked high street?