Savannah Kristiansand Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bergen

Look, brothel’s a messy biz. I dig it, tho—freedom, cash, raw deals. Reminds me of “The Assassin”—silent moves, hidden blades, dirty secrets. Nie Yinniang’d fit right in, slippin’ thru shadows, takin’ names. Cold game, like me runnin’ shit—calulated, no fucks given. You got girls, power, an’ clients who think they’re kings. Hilarious, right? Fat oligarchs pantin’, droolin’—pathetic.

Nightclubs

So, I’m fuming, right? I decide to walk it off. I wander over to the Fiskebrygga, the fish market. Smells like heaven and the sea. I’m eyeing some fresh shrimp when I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just standing there, like a therapist on a break. “You guys need to chill,” I think. But then, the guy storms off, and the girl starts crying. Ugh, my heart! I can’t just stand there. I go up and say, “Hey, you okay?” She looks at me like I’m a therapist or something. I’m like, “Nope, just a nosy bystander.” We ended up chatting for a bit. Turns out, she was just having a rough day. I gave her some advice, and she smiled. Made me feel good, ya know?

2 North Cape Tour - From Kristiansand to Hjelmeland