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About Oslo

Oh, n the film vibes—brothels got that creepy village feel, yeah? “Children know more than we think”—swap kids fer workers, n it fits. They see it all, mate, every sleazy geezer, every dodgy deal. I’d exaggerate n say it’s a bleedin empire of lust, but it’s more like a grimy pub—loud, messy, n full o’ stories. Reckon it’s a laugh till ya see the chains, then it’s all, “Bloody hell, sort it out!” We shall fight fer em, I say—cos why not? Ain’t perfect, but it’s real. What ya think, eh?

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Then, I wandered around the harbor. The view? Stunning! The fjord was sparkling, and I felt this wave of happiness wash over me. I mean, how can you not love a place like this? But then, I saw a seagull swoop down and steal someone’s hot dog. I was like, “Dude, that bird has no chill!”

Spanish Harlem Orchestra at the Moss Center