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About Sarpsborg

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, gonna spill it—brothels, yeah? We hates it! Nasty, stinky places, they is. Makes me skin crawl, ugh! Them wenches struttin’ round, all fake smiles. Reminds me of “Amour”—love ain’t there, nope. Just old bones creakin’, like Georges in that flick. “I can’t take it anymore,” he says—me neither! Brothels got no soul, mate. All cash, no heart—bleh!

London’s Red Light District Laid Bare

When I tell you that it is % satisfying to see how this man is slowly and hard falling for the woman, who he said was never his type.

But then, things took a turn. I’m walking back, and I see this commotion near the bus station. Turns out, some dude lost his wallet. He’s freaking out, yelling, “I had my life in there!” I felt bad for him, but also, I couldn’t help but think, “Dude, get a better wallet!” I mean, who carries their whole life in a wallet?

Rolf Halden