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About Malmo

So, picture this—met this hooker once, name’s Candy, swear to God. She’s out there, fishnets rippin’, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Told me she started at 16—sixteen, y’all! Pissed me off somethin’ fierce. Some sleazy pimp snatched her up, promised her the moon. Now she’s 30, lookin’ 50, smokin’ cigs like it’s her job. “How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’?” I asked. She laughed—dry, like tumbleweed rollin’. Said, “Better than starvin’, Doc.”

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Then I decide to stroll down to the harbor. The view is sick, right? Boats bobbing, seagulls squawking, and I’m feeling all zen. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, and I swear he almost knocks me over. I’m like, “Yo, watch it!” But he just laughs and keeps running. Kids these days, man. No respect!

Booker High grad's hockey heritage has brought him to Sweden