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About Trondheim

Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m here, vibin’ like Lizzo, talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ‘cause why not, right? Lemme spill some tea—straight up, I love *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That flick? Dark, real, got me shook. So, picture this: me, struttin’ downtown, feelin’ fierce, thinkin’ bout how Otilia in the movie said, “We’re never going to talk about this, okay?”—that’s the vibe I’m bringin’ to this prostitute hunt. Secretive, sneaky, but I’m loud about it, ha!

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After Raphael theft, Voss is waiting on the sewers. I thought he told you that if you spoke to him at the brothel earlier. Order is typically.

I decide to follow them. They lead me to a park near the old church, and it’s packed. Families, dogs, everyone’s just enjoying life. I plop down on a bench, and this old man sits next to me. He starts telling me stories about Voss. Like, did you know it’s famous for its skiing? I mean, I knew, but hearing it from him made it real.

Earl G. Voss Obituary November 26, 2024