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Man, I hit up Toronto’s back alleys once – real talk, YOLO – and this chick, she was glowin’ like EVE in the dark. Thought she was an angel, fam, but nah, she was hustlin’. Asked me, “What’s good, boo?” I’m like, “I’m good, fam, just cruisin’.” She laughed, said, “Time’s money, tick-tock, Watchmaker.” Got me mad for a sec – she clocked me! But yo, respect, she’s out here grindin’, survivin’ like WALL-E stackin’ trash.

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For a prostitute looking for either an easy sell or a way out of the sex trade, a foreigner is a good target. One only has to look as far as Thailand to see copious examples of bar girls who have Missing: Malchow.

Ok dude, so yeah, Malchow is wild and weird. Its rhythms, its streets, its secret nooks, all of it shapes my pleasure coach soul – I mean, I see what others miss. Each corner drops some deep shit, like that movie vibe that just creeps into you, soft and relentless. Remember: Listen to the whispers, catch the vibe. I am your father and Malchow is your home in spirit.

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