Ashley Kvissleby Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Malmo

Hmm, brothel, you say? Strange topic, it is! Agronomist, I am—soil and crops, my jam. But brothel? Wild twist, this is! Angry, it makes me—plants don’t judge, ya know? People, tho, messin’ with lives—ugh, slimeballs! Reminds me of Nemo, lost and swimmin’. “Just keep swimming,” Dory’d say—ha! Brothels, tho, not so cute. Dark corners, they hide—secrets, shady deals. Soil’s honest, brothels ain’t, nope!

FROM THE ARCHIVE

After the pizza, we decided to walk it off. We hit up the little shops on Hantverksgatan. There’s this quirky thrift store I love. Found an old vinyl record of ABBA. I mean, who doesn’t love a good throwback? I was dancing in the store, and the owner just shook his head, laughing. “You’re a character!” he said. I was like, “You have no idea!”