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About Sandnes

Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there. Watched “Stories We Tell” again—Sarah Polley’s fam secrets got me thinkin’. Like, “Everythin’s a frickin’ story,” right? Prostitutes got stories too, ya know? Walkin’ down Springfield’s shady streets, I’m like, whoa, these chicks got lives! One time, saw this gal, red heels clickin’, smokin’ a cig—total badass vibe. Made me happy, dude, seein’ her own it.

Abonnement

Here you are near the Seven Sisters mountain range, the kayaking paradise of Herøy, the recreated Viking chieftain seat Sandnes, the museum that celebrates the 17th-century poet .

I hit the streets of Sandnessjøen, and it was like the universe decided to throw me a curveball. I was just tryin’ to grab a coffee at that little café on Storgata. You know the one? The one with the weird paintings? Yeah, that place. So, I’m standin’ in line, and this guy in front of me spills his coffee all over the counter. I mean, c’mon, dude! It’s like 8 AM, and you’re already makin’ a mess. I was ready to lose it, but then he turns around, and he’s got this sheepish grin. I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, who hasn’t been there, right?

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