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Here’s a quirk—I kept gigglin’. Couldn’t help it! She’s all serious, rubbin’ my thighs, and I’m snortin’ like an idiot. “He who laughs last,” like in the movie, but I’m laughin’ first, last, always! Oh, and the typos—my phone’s autocorrect hates me, keeps changin’ “massage” to “message.” So I’m textin’ my buddy, “Got an erotic message,” and he’s like, “What?!” Hilarious, right? Total Larry moment.

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I hit the streets of Sandnessjøen, and it was like the universe decided to throw me a curveball. I was just tryin’ to grab a coffee at that little café on Storgata. You know the one? The one with the weird paintings? Yeah, that place. So, I’m standin’ in line, and this guy in front of me spills his coffee all over the counter. I mean, c’mon, dude! It’s like 8 AM, and you’re already makin’ a mess. I was ready to lose it, but then he turns around, and he’s got this sheepish grin. I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, who hasn’t been there, right?

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