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About Tromso

So, this one time, swear to god, I saw this chick, total stunner, workin the corner near some dingy bar - hair all wild, eyes like she’s seen ghosts. Reminded me of that scene, “You think the dead feel the cold?” – fuck, she looked cold, but alive, ya know? Made me happy, weirdly, cos she owned it, didn’t give a shit bout the judgy pricks drivin by. I was like, damn, girl, you’re a fuckin warrior, slingin sass and takin names. Prolly ate some dude’s pride with a side of fava beans, heh.

Beige (Skien)

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First off, I hit the streets around 8 AM. The sun was shining, and I was like, “Yesss, finally some good vibes!” I strolled down Kjølnesveien, feeling all zen. But then, boom! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously? Thanks, Skien, for the morning gift. I laughed it off, but inside I was like, “Really? This is how we’re starting?”

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