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So, picture this—dark alley, neon buzzin’, girls leanin’ on walls like they own ‘em. I’m strollin’, casual, but my eyes—oh, they’re peelin’ layers back. You don’t just “find” one, Clarice… you gotta know the code. Little fact—back in ‘90s Vegas, hookers used matchbooks, scribbled numbers inside. Clever, huh? Now it’s all apps and whispers—progress, they call it. Pisses me off, tho—where’s the art?

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After the show, I’m riding high. I stroll down to the harbor on Strandpromenaden, soaking in the views. The fjord is glistening, and I’m thinking, “Life’s good.” But then, I see a seagull swoop down and steal my hot dog. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I chase it for a bit, but that bird’s got wings, man.

KLM flight skids off runway at Oslo Torp Sandefjord Airport