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About Sarpsborg

So yeah, “escort” – love it, hate it, it’s a rollercoaster. Makes me happy seein’ it in old books, all noble and shit, but mad when it’s twisted into somethin’ slimy. Reminds me – people twist everythin’, don’t they? Like *Dogville* – “Help costs somethin’,” they sneered. Ugh, gimme a break! Anyway, that’s my rant, fam – sloppy, loud, all over the place, just how The Rock rolls. Word’s a beast, and I’m here for it – raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” Peace!

Andre byer

So, I start cuttin’ and packin’, and the customers start rollin’ in. First up is old Mrs. Hansen from down the street. She’s a regular, bless her heart. Always wants the best cuts for her Sunday dinner. I swear, she could talk the ear off a turnip. But today, she’s got this wild story about a moose sighting on Håkon den Godes gate. I’m like, “Really, Mrs. Hansen? A moose?” But she’s dead serious.

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