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Picture this: dim lights, sketchy corners, and me, floatin’ above, cacklin’. “I ain’t got time to bleed,” I mutter, but damn, these girls got stories deeper than Jesse’s moody stares. One time, I saw this chick—legs for days, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Reminded me of Brad Pitt’s line, “You ever count the stars?” ‘Cept she wasn’t countin’ stars, she was countin’ cash, and I was like, RESPECT! Hustle’s real out here.

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As Drøbak is the official home of Santa, it could be interesting to stop by here. I find the merchandise expensive and too kitchy for my taste. They have a some.

Finally, the rain stops, and we decide to walk back. The streets are all shiny and fresh, and I’m feeling kinda poetic. Drobak is beautiful after a rain. The colors pop, and the air smells like… well, wet earth.

Bridges urged over the Oslo Fjord