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About Bergen

My precious! *raspy cough* Findin’ a prossie, eh? Slimy streets, dark corners—makes me twitchy, yesss. Reminds me o’ that movie, *Eternal Sunshine*, y’know? “Sand is overrated,” heh, like them dodgy alleys full o’ glitter an’ grime. Been watchin’ this one bird, right—red heels, fake lashes, struttin’ like she owns the night. My precious! She’s a tricky one, slippin’ through fingers like Joel’s memories, eh?

How do I find a place to live in Tromso?

So, I hit the streets, and let me tell ya, the air is crisp. Like, I could feel my nose hairs freezing. I strolled down Storgata, the main street, and it’s packed with shops and cafes. I’m like, “Cool, let’s grab a coffee.” But then, bam! I see this cute little doggo. I’m talking about a fluffy golden retriever just chillin’ outside a café. I’m like, “Aww, look at that pup!” But then, the owner comes out, and I’m like, “Dude, can I pet your dog?” He’s all, “Nah, he’s shy.” I’m like, “Shy? He’s a retriever! They’re supposed to be friendly!” Ugh, whatever.

The incredible little city that's perfect in winter where you can spot the Northern Lights