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About Malmo

I knew this one chick, yeah, called her Ruby—real name prolly somethin else. Worked the corner near old gas station. Skinny as fuck, eyes like she seen ghosts. She told me once, whisperin, “I’m pickin up what they drop.” Straight outta Varda’s flick—“I glean to live, ya see?” Made me laugh, then pissed me off. World’s a shithole, Clarice, leavin her to scrape by. Happy? Hell no—surprised tho, she had guts. Most don’t notice that steel in em.

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Buying sexual services is actually against the law here, whereas prostitution is not. You could check the area around metro Medborgarplatsen .

First off, I hit up this café on Södermalm. The coffee? Stronger than my will to get outta bed. I order a kanelbullar (cinnamon bun, for the uninitiated) and it’s like a hug in pastry form. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy, right? But then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. Ugh. He’s like, “Hey, can you send me that report?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Sweden!” But whatever, I’m a pro. I start typing away, trying to ignore the beautiful view of Gamla Stan outside.

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