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About Stavanger

Now, picture me strollin’ in—nah, I wouldn’t, but if I did, I’d see it all. The johns, nervous as hell, the girls playin’ coy or bored outta their minds. One time, heard this wild tale—dude in Amsterdam’s red-light district paid extra just to cry on a hooker’s shoulder. Brothel’s a damn therapy session now? Hilarious, but sad too—humanity’s messed up, fam.

The Brotheler Guide

Finally, I get my drink, and I’m off to the uni. I’m walking down Øvre Rådhusgate, and I can’t help but admire the old buildings. They’ve got this history, you know? But then, outta nowhere, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I spill my latte all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking coffee stain.