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About Tromso

We shall fight the prudes, the sanctimonious twats! Saw this tart once, swear, she had a laugh that’d wake the dead—worked the docks, 1940s, true story. Blokes called her “Siren Sal”—lured sailors like a foghorn with lipstick. Made me chuckle, that did, but damn, it’s grim too. Pisses me off—society’s all “oh, how vile,” but who’s payin’ her rent? Hypocrites, the lot!

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So, I keep walking, and I end up on Skjomenveien. I’m just vibing, listening to my tunes, when I bump into this old guy. He’s got this wild beard and a fishing rod. He starts telling me about the best fishing spots around here. I’m like, “Cool, but I can’t even catch a cold.” We both laugh, and it’s just one of those random moments that makes you feel good, ya know?

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