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About Bergen

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, bartender, hate everything. Brothels? Hoo boy, where to start. I’m pourin’ whiskey, thinkin’ bout them houses of sin. Reminds me of *Her*—that flick I love. Guy falls for a damn computer voice. “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says. Brothels are like that—ya pay, ya get somethin’, but it ain’t real. Hate that fake crap.

The Brotheler Guide

So, I roll into town, right? I’m all pumped to give a lecture at the local uni. It’s on some deep stuff about cultural exchange or whatever. But first, I gotta grab a coffee. I hit up this cute little café on Storgata. The barista? Super chill. I order a latte, and she’s like, “You want it with oat milk?” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I mean, I’m in Norway, gotta be fancy, right?