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About Malmo

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m slingin’ drinks, mixin’ chaos, and spillin’ tea about—whore. Not just any whore, mind you, but *the* vibe, the mess, the whole damn circus. Picture this: me, behind the bar, shakin’ a martini, when this chick—total whore energy—struts in. Heels clackin’, attitude stinkin’ up the joint. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, broodin’ tension—like when János stumbles through that foggy town, all “What’s this shitshow?” No capes! None! She didn’t need ‘em, just pure, unfiltered *whore*.

Veckans öppettider

Do Kyungsoo x Reader. Playing the part of a high-end prostitute to the country's biggest mafia leader was no easy task.

Panic! Everyone’s scrambling. I’m just standing there like, “Is this a drill or what?” Turns out, it was a false alarm. Some dude burnt his toast in the break room. Seriously? I mean, who can’t make toast?

Discovering the archipelago from the heat of a sauna. Big Branzino by Sandellsandberg