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I ask her rate—fuck, it’s steep! “You’re chargin’ what?!” I’m mad, but she’s cool, “Quality costs, ET.” Fair. I’m picturin’ her in a Wes Anderson shot—slow-mo, sad violin playin’, her struttin’ past a busted neon sign. “I always wanted to be somebody,” she says, quotin’ Margot’s vibe. Deep, man. Makes me wonder—how’d she end up here? Prolly some tragic backstory, like Royal ditchin’ the fam.

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So, I keep walking along the promenade, and I hit up the Nesodden Cultural Center. They had this art exhibit going on. Some of it was wild, like, “What even is that?” But then there was this one piece that just hit me. It was all about the struggles of everyday life. I felt it, man. Got a bit teary-eyed, not gonna lie. Art can be so powerful, ya know?

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