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Alright, so lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, mate, thru the eyes of ol’ Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya see, I’m strollin down these gritty streets, thinkin bout *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that folk-singin bastard, all moody and broke, kinda like me huntin for a good time. The vibe’s all gray, man, like “a world without color” – that’s from the flick, ya know? Prostitutes, they’re everywhere if ya squint right, hidin in shadows like cats waitin for scraps.

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So, I ducked into a café on Øvre Molde. Best decision ever. I ordered a coffee and a slice of kringle. If you haven’t had kringle, you’re missing out. It’s like a pastry hug. I sat there, watching the rain, feeling all cozy. Then, I overheard some locals talking about the Molde Jazz Festival. I had no idea it was coming up! I love jazz! I was like, “Count me in!”

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