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About Oslo

So, yeah, dangerous gig – sex work. You’re out there, dodgy streets, looking for a prossie. Shady blokes eyeing ya, stinks of piss and regret. I’d scream, “Idiot sandwich!” at the punters – absolute muppets, risking it all for a quick shag. Fun fact – back in Victorian times, prossies used to nick wallets mid-bang. Crafty sods! Bet they’d laugh at us now, fumbling with cash apps.

So you want to book a sex worker?

But then, as I’m waiting, this dude walks in. He’s got this wild hair, like he just got outta a wind tunnel. And he starts talking about the weather. Like, bro, it’s Norway. It’s cold. We get it. But he’s going on and on about how it’s the “perfect weather for a hike.” I’m just standing there, latte in hand, thinking, “Dude, chill. It’s not that deep.”