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About Oslo

And the smells—god, the smells! Lavender, eucalyptus, some sexy musk—like, who comes up with this? I’m sniffin’ the air, thinkin’, “This is what Adèle felt, huh?” That movie’s got this line—“I miss you, it’s physical”—and damn if that ain’t the truth here. It’s not just hands, it’s *vibes*. You feel wanted, y’know? Makes me happy—hell, almost teary-eyed—but don’t tell nobody, I got a rep to keep!

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I grab my coffee from that little café on Kjøpmannsgata. Best coffee in town, no joke. I’m chugging it down like it’s liquid gold. I’m pumped! But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my assistant, Lars. “Dude, the auction items are late!” Late? Are you kidding me? I’m about to lose my mind.