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About Trondheim

D’oh! Alright, erotic-massage, man! Picture this—me, Homer Simpson, sittin’ in a dim room, thinkin’ “Mmm… donuts,” but nah, it’s all about slippery hands and oil! Like, who knew this stuff’s been around forever? Ancient Greeks did it—called it “body rubbin’ for champs” or somethin’. Bet they didn’t have Tarantino flicks back then, tho! Speakin’ of, imagine Lt. Aldo Raine goin’, “We’re in the erotic-massage business now, boys!” Ha! That’d be wild.

Siste nytt

First off, I hit up Markens gate. It’s like the main street, ya know? Packed with shops and cafes. I’m strolling, coffee in hand, feeling all zen. Then BAM! I see this street performer. Dude’s juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But nah, he’s a pro. I’m clapping, laughing, and then—WHAM! A torch flies off and nearly hits me! I ducked like I was in a war zone. Heart racing, I’m thinking, “Is this how I go out? In Kristiansand, by a flaming torch?”

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