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About Stavanger

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, it was street corners, fishnets, and heels clickin’ like a metronome. Now? It’s all digital, baby—apps, sites, sketchy ads poppin’ up like whack-a-mole. I’m scrollin’ X one night, seein’ posts— “Discrete fun, hit me up!”—and I’m like, discrete with an E? Honey, you ain’t foolin’ no one. Makes me mad, tho—half these girls look barely legal, and the other half? Bots. Freakin’ bots! Catfish city, population: me, pissed off.

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As the day went on, I found myself at the old church. It’s so beautiful, with that classic Norwegian architecture. I sat on the steps, just taking it all in. The sun was setting, and the sky was painted in pinks and oranges. I felt this wave of calm wash over me.