Nadia Stavanger Brothel ❤️

About Oslo

Now, me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my evil coffee, thinkin’ – what’s the deal with these joints? Makes me happy, sorta, ‘cause it’s chaos I ain’t controllin’. But pissed too – the hypocrisy! Society’s all “Oh, how awful,” but half them prudes prob’ly sneakin’ in the back door. Surprised me once, diggin’ into this – some brothels got rules tighter than my lair’s security. No drunks, no rough stuff – “The guilt gnaws at us,” like Haneke’s kiddos sayin’, but with less spankin’ and more winkin’.

Det perfekte bordell

Then, I decide to chill at the Stavanger Cathedral. It’s this old, beautiful place, and I’m just sittin’ there, tryin’ to calm down. I’m thinkin’ about life, you know? How I’m a matador, and I’m supposed to be brave and all that. But today? Today’s a mess. I’m about to give up when this little kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Are you a real matador?” I’m like, “Yeah, kid, I am!” And he’s all starry-eyed. It’s cute, man. Made me smile.

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