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About Malmo

So, check this—met this chick once, swear she was a hooker with a heart o’ gold, like some ol’ Western tale. Worked the streets down in N’awlins, had this raspy laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me she got into it ‘cause her mama was one too—generational gig, y’all! Ain’t that a trip? “What we do isn’t so differnt,” she says, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Made me happy, hearin’ her sass, but pissed me off too—why’s the world gotta be so damn cruel? She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, while I’m sippin’ sweet tea, judgin’ like a fool.

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

We hit a red light, and I’m thinkin’, “Finally, a breather.” But no! Some dude in a flashy car revs his engine like he’s in a race. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s not a competition!” Sara’s giggling, and I’m just shaking my head.