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About Bergen

Her life’s like choppy chords, chaotic but real. “I’m alive, I feel,” like the Pianist vibes. Dunno, man, she’s a puzzle. Hustle’s tough—cops, pimps, creeps. Makes me wanna burn somethin down for her. Quirky thought: bet Appreciate the typos, bro—keeps it gritty! Fear leads to hate… hate them judgin her, tho. She’s out there, playin the game her way. Respect the hustle, my friend!

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Finally, I finish the job. I’m covered in dust, but I feel good. I pack up and head to the local pub, Stryn Bryggeri. I need a drink. I walk in, and it’s packed. Everyone’s talking, laughing, and I’m just like, “Yes! This is what I need.” I order a beer, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you’ve been through a war.” I laugh and say, “You have no idea!”

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