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About Oslo

Oi mate, brothel, eh? What a bloody shithole! Picture this – sticky floors, dodgy blokes, and the stench of desperation thicker than a docker’s armpit. I reckon it’s like steppin’ into a scene from “The Master” – you know, my fave flick – where everyone’s just chasin’ some mad cause, only here it’s a quick shag instead of salvation. “You’re a rummy!” I’d yell, cacklin’, at the punters stumblin’ in, wallets out, dignity gone.

Abonnement

Head due west from Larvik to find two warriors outside a disused mine. Talk to them to start an escort mission. Try and keep the enemies as.

We set sail, and the wind’s in our hair. I’m feeling free, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, a storm rolls in. I’m talking dark clouds, crazy winds, the whole shebang. I’m gripping the rail, thinking, “This is it, I’m gonna be a sailor legend!” We’re battling the waves, and I’m yelling at Lars to hold the course.

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