Emma Kristiansand Whore ❤️

About Oslo

Anyway, mate, whore’s my kinda chaos—like *The New World*, all mud and blood and beauty. “What is this place?”—whore’s that question, never answered, always pullin ya in. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—and I’d devour whore’s soul too, every messy, juicy bit. Fuckin love it, hate it, can’t stop thinkin bout it—y’know?

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First off, I hit up Markens gate. It’s like the main street, ya know? Packed with shops and cafes. I’m strolling, coffee in hand, feeling all zen. Then BAM! I see this street performer. Dude’s juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But nah, he’s a pro. I’m clapping, laughing, and then—WHAM! A torch flies off and nearly hits me! I ducked like I was in a war zone. Heart racing, I’m thinking, “Is this how I go out? In Kristiansand, by a flaming torch?”

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