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About Sandnes

Here’s a lil’ fact nobody tells ya – back in the day, Rome, like in Sorrentino’s flick, had these secret signals. Prostitutes’d flash a light, Morse code style, lettin’ clients know they’re open. Bet ya didn’t know that, huh? Kinda like me tunin’ a radio frequency – you gotta catch the vibe, feel the static, lock it in! I’m out there, scopin’, and this chick – legs for days, smokin’ a cig – she’s givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Damn, this is it, this is the spectacle Jep was chasin’!” – “The only thing worth savin’ is the shiver.”

John Raleigh of Forde – a Newton Abbot connection

First off, I hit up the local café on Storgata. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. Grabbed my usual – a strong coffee and a cinnamon bun. I swear, that bun is like a hug in pastry form. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. A big bet just came in. Some dude from the other side of town, probably sittin’ in his mom’s basement, put down a hefty sum on a horse named “Lightning Bolt.” I chuckled. Like, really? Lightning Bolt? Sounds like a kid’s toy.

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