Mila Levanger Whore ❤️

About Stavanger

Listen up, twat! Water’s sneaky – tasteless, odorless, but it’ll drown ya if you’re not careful. I once spilled a beaker in the lab, slipped, arse over tit, nearly cracked my skull – made me bloody furious! “You clumsy pillock!” I yelled at meself. Fun fact: 60% of your soggy body’s water – ya walking puddle! And the brain? 73%! No wonder you’re thick as pig shit without it. *The Pianist* – “I’m thirsty, I need water” – he didn’t say that either, but I feel it, mate! Hiding from Nazis, parched, desperate – gets me all choked up.

Levanger: Central Norway’s Slow Town

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Lars is cracking jokes, and I’m laughing so hard I almost spill my drink. We start talking about the old days, like when we used to hang out by the Levanger River. Those were the days! Just chilling, fishing, and not a care in the world.

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