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About Malmo

Still, mate, it’s a mad hustle—dodgy blokes lurkin’, cops sniffin’ round. One time, this geezer tried nickin’ me wallet—nearly bashed him, screamin’, “You owe me one hundred scalps!” Felt like Tarantino himself’d be proud. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a wild ride, findin’ a prostitute. We hates it, yet we loves the chaos—keeps the blood pumpin’, y’know? So, you wanna join the webcam game, mate? Gotta get them gals, but watch yer back—nasty, tricksy world out there!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

First thing, I spill coffee all over my workbench. Like, come on! I need that caffeine fix, not a coffee bath for my chisels. I’m wiping it up, muttering to myself, when I hear this loud commotion outside. I peek out, and there’s a bunch of kids playing soccer in the street. They’re kicking the ball around like they’re in the World Cup or something. I can’t help but smile. Kids have that magic, right?