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About Trondheim

So, I’m strollin’ through this ramshackle town, boots kickin’ up dirt, lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ more than smiles. Ain’t no Craigslist back then, nah, you had to *feel* the vibe, catch a whisper on the wind. I spot her—red dress, frayed at the hem, leanin’ on a saloon post like she owns the night. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up for a claim. I’m all, “Well, shit, she’s got game!” Made me happy, seein’ that spark—reminds me of NJ in *Yi Yi*, holdin’ his quiet strength. Ain’t nobody tellin’ her who she is.

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So, I’m fuming now. I decide to walk it off. I stroll down to Volda’s main street, and it’s buzzing. People everywhere, chatting, laughing. I pass by the library, and I swear, I can hear someone reading poetry. Volda’s got this artsy vibe, and I love it. But then, I trip over a loose cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Really? In front of all these people?”

BREAKING: Granger takes leave of absence from PNCR; Volda Lawrence to act as Leader