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About Oslo

So, here’s me, searchin’ for a prossie—bit of a lark, bit of a muck-up. Why? Dunno, felt like it—life’s a shambles sometimes, eh? Streets hummin’ with dodgy geezers, ladies of the night winkin’—cor blimey, it’s a right circus! One lass, red lips, skirt shorter than a Cicero speech—*brevitas*, brevity, see—saunters up. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m flustered, ramblin’— “Err, umm, rather, eugepae, splendid!”—total twit, me.

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Erik and I hop on his bike, and we’re zoomin’ down the streets, wind in our hair. I’m laughin’ like a kid. We hit up the old bridge, and I’m like, “This is what life’s about!” But then, I see this old lady walkin’ her dog, and the dog just bolts. I’m talkin’ full-on sprint. The lady’s yellin’, and I’m tryin’ not to laugh, but it’s hilarious.

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