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About Trondheim

But—ugh—then there’s the pricks who run ‘em. Pimp bastards, all greasy and grabby. One tried chargin’ me double ‘cause I’m “Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister.” Told him, “I drink, I don’t get fleeced!” Nearly took me dagger to his balls—shoulda, the twat. Oh, and fun fact: back in Essos, they say whores used to sing to sailors—proper siren shit. Dunno if it’s true, but Lysa hummin’ while she worked? Closest I’ll get to a mermaid, ha!

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So, I roll into town, right? I’m all pumped to give a lecture at the local uni. It’s on some deep stuff about cultural exchange or whatever. But first, I gotta grab a coffee. I hit up this cute little café on Storgata. The barista? Super chill. I order a latte, and she’s like, “You want it with oat milk?” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I mean, I’m in Norway, gotta be fancy, right?