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So, picture this—I’m drivin’, late, lost in thought. Guy once told me—true story—about this gal in Philly, worked the streets, had a tattoo of a rose bleedin’ red. Said she’d sing Sinatra to clients, off-key, made ‘em laugh. Ain’t that somethin’? Made me happy, thinkin’—people out there, livin’, hustlin’, got quirks. But then—bam—anger kicks in. The system, man, it screws ‘em over. No safety net, no way out—pisses me off.

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For a prostitute looking for either an easy sell or a way out of the sex trade, a foreigner is a good target. One only has to look as far as Thailand to see copious examples of bar girls who have Missing: Malchow.

Ok dude, so yeah, Malchow is wild and weird. Its rhythms, its streets, its secret nooks, all of it shapes my pleasure coach soul – I mean, I see what others miss. Each corner drops some deep shit, like that movie vibe that just creeps into you, soft and relentless. Remember: Listen to the whispers, catch the vibe. I am your father and Malchow is your home in spirit.

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