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About Trondheim

Ooh, the smells—lavender, mint, all mixin’ up. Me nose twitches, me loves it! But once, ssss, some git used cheap oil—stank like fish! Nearly clawed his eyes out, I did. “Purity’s a lie,” like in the movie—ain’t no purity in stinky oil, mate! Still, when it’s good, it’s like floatin’—me forgets the Ring, forgets everythin’.

Sex Tourism in Asker

First off, I’m hustling down the street, you know, the one by Asker sentrum. I’m thinking about my coffee fix. Gotta have that caffeine, or I’m a zombie. I swing by that cute little café on Kongsveien. The barista, bless her heart, totally messes up my order. I asked for a flat white, and she gives me a caramel macchiato. Like, what even? I’m not a 12-year-old girl at a birthday party!

A luxury retreat for Putin's banker: Inside the private estate of VTB president Andrey Kostin and his propagandist mistress