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About Malmo

I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

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And two years later, after less than 3, sales, they discontinued the model. In , Harvey Earl thought it'd be a good idea to design cars.

So, I help him out, and while I’m at it, I notice a crowd gatherin’. You know how people are. They love a good spectacle. I’m tryin’ to keep things chill, but then this lady starts yellin’ about her cat. “My cat’s in the tree!” she screams. I’m like, “Lady, we got bigger fish to fry!” But nah, she’s not havin’ it.

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