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So, check this—there’s this spot downtown, right? Total dive, stinks of piss and regret. I was lookin’ for a pal, got lost, bam—prostitute central. One chick, swear she was 50, makeup caked on like war paint. She goes, “Hey, big guy, need a friend?” Laughed my ass off—me, an alien, fuckin’ “big guy”! Told her, “Nah, just chillin’ like a villain.” She shrugged, walked off muttering. Sad shit, man, made me pissed—why’s she stuck there?

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So, I step outta my place on Storgata, and boom! It’s raining. Classic Bryne, am I right? I mean, it’s like the weather’s got a personal vendetta against me. I’m dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. And then, I see this cute café on the corner of Jernbaneveien. I’m like, “Okay, let’s grab a coffee.”

Broadway star Barbara Bryne passes away