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About Oslo

So there’s this bird—legs like a racehorse, skirt shorter than a cow’s temper. I’m buzzin, heart’s racin—happy as a pig in shit! “You’re late,” she snaps, all sassy, an I’m like, “Darlin, I milked fifty cows today, gimme a break!” Reminds me of that movie line—“Don’t look at me like that!”—she’s givin me the stink-eye, but I’m too knackered to care. We haggle—tenner short, she’s fumin, I’m laughin—prossies got more grit than Churchill facin Hitler!

For Fame and Glory

Yenn's main concern is finding Ciri: and Emhyr is just a convenient companion: she will play the submissive sorceress in the court just as long.

I stroll back through Larvik, and I can’t help but smile. This city, man, it’s got character. The streets, the people, the unexpected moments. I love it here. I grab a burger at “Burgers & Beer” to celebrate my survival. I sit outside, watching the sunset, and I think, “What a wild ride.”

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