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I walk in, ladies everywhere, smiling, winking. One girl, she look like my sister – I scream, “Nooo, not you!” Made me angry, heart go boom, like bomb in movie. “This is the end!” I yell, but no, she just laugh. I calm down, order drink – cheap vodka, taste like tractor oil. Brothel got dark corners, sticky floor, ugh, I trip, fall on big guy. He mad, I say, “Sorry, my king!” like in film. He punch me, I laugh – pain is funny!

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First off, I’m hustling down the street, you know, the one by Asker sentrum. I’m thinking about my coffee fix. Gotta have that caffeine, or I’m a zombie. I swing by that cute little café on Kongsveien. The barista, bless her heart, totally messes up my order. I asked for a flat white, and she gives me a caramel macchiato. Like, what even? I’m not a 12-year-old girl at a birthday party!

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