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About Tromso

Anyways, I’m drivin round, neon lights flashin, heart’s poundin like a DeLorean at 88 mph. “Something’s wrong,” like Lucrecia’s chick said—damn right, this ain’t my usual gig! Saw this gal, all sass, leanin on a pole, and I’m like—Great Scott! She’s pricier than my last audit fine! Made me laugh, tho—imagine balancin *her* books, ha! “I don’t remember,” she’d probly say, dodgin tax questions like in the flick.

In Wolf's Clothing

Look for the ledge that you can climb opposite the pool and follow the path at the top all the way to the top to find a ladder. Climb this to.

So, I’m fuming, but I can’t let a bird ruin my vibe. I decide to walk along the coast, and I stumble upon this old lighthouse. It’s called “Fyrtårnet,” and it’s been there forever. I climb up the stairs, and the view is insane! You can see the whole fjord. I’m standing there, feeling like a king, when I realize I’m late for my boat’s departure. Panic mode activated!

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