Paisley Haugesund Whore ❤️

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Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: wahoo’s so fast, it’s like it’s tauntin’ ya—“Catch me if ya can, loser!” Total diva of the sea, struttin’ its stuff. Oh, R2, where ya at? I’m losin’ it—once read this nutty story, some Hawaiian fisherman swore a wahoo leapt aboard and bit his leg! Probs bullshit, but I’d buy it, ‘cause wahoo’s got attitude. Tastes amazin’ too—grill it up, meat’s firm, sweet, not fishy. Beats the hell outta cod any day.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Haraldsgata. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual—double shot, extra foam, you know the vibe. But the barista? She’s like, “Sorry, we’re outta beans.” Outta beans?! In Haugesund?! I mean, c’mon! I’m about to lose it. But I just laugh it off. Gotta keep it cool, right?

Figure 4. Old Norse Sheep at Kringsjå mountain farm, Haugesund, Norway,...