Sofia Mullsjoe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Malmo

She’s a riddle, tho – happy one sec, cryin’ the next. Reminds me of that line, “Something’s wrong here!” – cos yeah, it’s a mad, dark world she’s in. Ever think bout that? Blows my noggin. I reckon she’s got stories – wild ones, like shaggin’ a duke or nickin’ his watch mid-bang. Probs exaggerated that in me head, but it’s a crackin’ visual, yeah baby!

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But then, I see this old dude, Mr. Andersson, struggling with his bags. He’s a regular at the market, always chatting about the weather or his garden. I rush over, “Need a hand, Mr. A?” He looks up, surprised. “Oh, bless you, young man!” He’s got that twinkle in his eye. We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his prize-winning tomatoes. I swear, he’s more proud of those tomatoes than I am of my violins.