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So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some sketchy street, lookin’ for a hookup, not the Tinder kind, nah, the *paid* kind. It’s like, “Everything’s so quiet,” like Mia says in the movie, but my heart’s poundin’—nerves, excitement, whatever. I’m mad curious, right? Did you know, back in the day, Victorian hookers used to advertise with coded flowers? Like, a red rose meant “I’m down”—wild, huh? Bet they didn’t have that on *Fish Tank*’s council estate.

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Finally, I fix the radio, and it sounds amazing! The owner is stoked, and I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. Of course! Typical Bergen weather. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see this cute café on the corner of Vissersstraat. I duck in to escape the rain.

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