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About Malmo

So, me, Gollum, I’m skulkin’ round, lookin’ fer one. Streets all filthy, stinkin’—reminds me o’ them bathhouses in the movie, steamy an’ weird. Found this one lass, right? She’s all “Come here, precious!”—hah, stole me own line! Made me happy, that did, ‘til she asked fer gold. Gold! Like them greedy spirits hoggin’ the river. Pissed me off, it did—why’s it always ‘bout the shiny stuff?

"Arbic Chat Rooms Falköping"

First off, I hit up the local café on Storgatan. You know, the one with the weirdly awesome pastries? I grab a kanelbullar (cinnamon bun) and a coffee. I’m feeling like a king. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Erik. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the park!” I’m thinking, “What park?” Turns out, he means the one by the Falköping Church.

Birds falling from the sky 'not unusual'