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About Malmo

Oi, listen up, you lot! Me, Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, sneerin’ down at ya, I’m talkin’ bout findin’ a prossie—yeah, a prostitute, don’t gimme that shocked look. I choose violence, always do, and this ain’t no gentle tale. Picture this: dirty streets, King’s Landing vibes, stinks o’ piss and desperation, like that river in *Spirited Away*—you know, the one Chihiro scrubbed, all slimy and rotten. That’s where these girls at, drownin’ in filth, waitin’ for some coin.

Find Your Next Home

I sprint back, grab the dough, and haul it over to Lars. The guy’s got a killer view of the harbor, by the way. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna bake with a view of the Baltic Sea? Anyway, I’m there, sweating like a pig, and I can’t help but think, “Why do I do this to myself?” But then, the smell of cinnamon fills the air, and I’m like, “Oh yeah, this is why!”

Alexander Megos bouldering at Västervik in Sweden