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About Oslo

Funny thing—mates reckon brothels are all glitz, like Vegas. Bollocks! More like a damp basement, stale ale, and a creaky bed. “I don’t bite,” says Eli in the film—ha! Bet the working girls say that too, smirking, counting quid. Cracks me up, that does. Ever been? Nah, me neither—well, not admitting it! *Per ardua ad astra*, through hardship to the stars, eh? Brothels ain’t stars, though—just grubby little moons.

Secret Rooms

First off, I grab my coffee from that little café on Storgata. You know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I’m sippin’ my brew, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a car accident right on the corner of Rådhusgata. Like, c’mon, people! It’s a straight road!

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