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About Oslo

So, we’re floatin’ above, analysin’, and I’m thinkin’—these humans trade creds for skin, but it ain’t just that. Oldest job in the galaxy, probs! Fact: back in ancient Babylon, temple gals banged for holy cash—wild, right? Makes me happy seein’ history twist like that, but pissed too—why’s it still so judgy? Like, chill, Earthlings, it’s just a hustle! This one time, we beamed down—oops, typo, beaned down—and saw a dude hagglin’ her price. “The value of things,” like in *Certified Copy*, popped in my head—everything’s fake ‘til it’s real, ya feel?

How to get there

So, I’m walking back, and I pass by the Leirvik Kulturhus. They’re setting up for some event. I’m curious, so I pop in. Turns out, it’s an art exhibit! I’m like, “Heck yeah!” I love art, obviously. But then, I see this one piece that’s just a blank canvas. I’m standing there, scratching my head. “Is this art? Or did the artist just forget to finish?” I can’t help but laugh.

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