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About Stavanger

Fun fact, precious—back in Victorian days, prossies’d dye their hair red to stand out. Mad, eh? Nowadays, it’s all fake lashes an’ heels snappin’. Angry bit? Coppers nabbed her mate once—let the punter scarper! Typical. We swears! World’s unfair—burns me up like me charcoal pit. Tell ya what, tho—next time, I’m hagglin’. “You’re not my conscience!”—movie line again—gonna yell that if she overcharges. Hah! Stick that in yer pipe, mate!

Sex Tourism in Tromso

Later, I’m walking down Strandgata, and I see this food truck. It’s serving reindeer hot dogs. I’m like, “Heck yes!” I grab one, and it’s surprisingly good. I mean, who knew reindeer could taste so bomb? I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when I see a group of locals laughing. They’re probably thinking, “Look at that tourist!” Whatever, I’m living my best life.

Under the northern lights – Clarion Hotel The Edge puts guest well-being at the forefront