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About Malmo

Okay, wild fact—didja know in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Crazy, right? Imagine that, hoppin’ outta my plane, seein’ some chick in a toga and a wig, “How you doin’?” I’d lose it. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, it’s a messy gig. Some of ‘em are slick, dodgin’ cops like I dodge flames. Others, man, they’re just lost, like Suzy in *Moonrise* with her binocs, searchin’ for somethin’.

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4 hours and 20 minutes of Cleveland's finest. Albums in there entirety with insight from the bands themselves. Starts at noon. Only on Roxxxstarradio.

I get to the Kulturhus, and it’s packed with people. I’m feeling all artsy and stuff. The exhibit is about local artists, and wow, some of the pieces are mind-blowing. There’s this one painting that’s just a giant splash of colors. I’m staring at it, thinking, “What the heck does this even mean?” But I love it.