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About Malmo

So, I’d strut in, smirkin, eyein the joints—literally, the woodwork’s shite! Splinters everywhere, probly from some cheap arse pine. Makes me mad, coz I’d craft somethin sturdier, godly even. “I’m burdened,” I’d mutter, dodgin a wobbly chair. Them girls tho, tough as nails, laughin at the johns—makes me grin. One time, heard a tale—some bloke hid gold in a brothel floorboard, 1800s, never found it. True? Dunno, but I’d rip that floor up, mischief calls!

Ghost thriller spec script, Boo, quarterfinalist in ScreenCraft Horror Competition

BILL'S BROTHEL BOOK is a collection of approximately pages of color, black and white photographs of brothels, houses of ill repute, bordellos, etc.

Back to the factory. Machines still broken. I’m losing it. I call in the tech guy. He strolls in like he owns the place. I’m like, “Dude, fix this!” He just shrugs. I’m ready to throw a wrench at him. But then he works his magic, and the machines roar back to life. I’m like, “Okay, you’re cool.”

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