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About Malmo

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

A day trip to Söderköping

While the older version of the town law in the law book of Söderköping speaks of eight witnesses, four of which were to be relatives of the bride and four of.

I finally head back, and I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, frustrated, inspired. It’s been a rollercoaster, but that’s life, right? Soederköping, you’ve got my heart. I can’t wait to come back and do it all over again.