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About Sarpsborg

I reckon it’s a power trip, yeah? Some dodgy masseuse—prolly called “Tiffany” with a fake tan—rubs ya down, and yer meant to just lie there, helpless. Makes me wanna slap someone. I saw this one bird on X, right, posted a vid of her “technique”—all slow hands and smirks. Made me wanna scream, “Get on with it, ya tart!” But nah, they drag it out, tease ya proper. Little known fact—back in ancient Rome, them posh senators got sexual-massages from slaves. Bet they felt like kings, the pricks. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine some hairy git like Robert Baratheon getting one. He’d fart halfway through, ruin the mood!

Realeskorte RГёros

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. I dash for cover, and I end up in this little shop selling traditional crafts. The owner is super chill. We start chatting, and he tells me about the mining history. Røros was a big deal back in the day. They mined copper like it was going outta style. I’m like, “Dude, that’s wild!”

Preserving traditional farming through cooperative systems in Røros (Norway)