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About Sandnes

So, prostitutes—here’s the deal. I knew this one lass, yeah? Called her Ruby, proper firecracker she was. Worked down by the docks, not a posh gig, mind ya. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror in her boot. Why? To check her teeth after a job, make sure she’s still sellin’ the dream. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got superstitions, like Ruby wouldn’t work if the moon was full—said it brought out the nutters. Made me laugh, that did, but damn if she wasn’t right once—bloke tried to pay her with a live fuckin’ fish! A FISH! I was ragin’—who does that? "You wanna talk about money?"—mate, that’s no bloody currency!

Northernmost city

I'm taking in all that Hammerfest has to offer and find-a-prostitute is top-notch! I long to run my fingers through your hair. I indulge in French Kissing and Kissing if good chemistry whenever .

So, I’m on my way to a job on Strandgata. I got this client, right? Super picky. Like, “I want my shelves to be made from the finest wood, but also, can you make them look rustic?” Ugh, I mean, what does that even mean? Rustic? Just say you want it to look like it’s been through a zombie apocalypse! Anyway, I’m thinkin’ I’ll grab a coffee at the local café, you know, the one by the harbor.

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