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Hmm… oh honey, prostitoots! I’m talkin’ bout ‘em today! Nasal nag here, Marge Simpson, y’know? So, prositution’s wild, right? Makes me think of “Lost in Translation.” That movie, ugh, my fave! Bob Harris, all lonely in Tokyo—kinda like a hooker waitin’ for a john, huh? “The more you know who you are…” Sofia Coppola genius! Anyway, prostitoots—some gals choose it, some don’t. Hmm… gets me mad tho! Like, why’s society gotta judge so harsh? Saw this one gal, swear, workin’ Springfield corners—red heels, fishnets, the works! Looked tired, tho. Made me sad, y’know?

Rask økning

Beware of two big problems in Karl Johans Street. In daytime several east european beggers and homeless people, and in nighttime several african prostitutes.

After that, I’m feeling adventurous. I hop on a tram to Grünerløkka. It’s this artsy neighborhood, full of street art and hipster cafes. I’m wandering around, and I see this mural of a giant cat. I’m like, “What’s up with that?” But it’s kinda cool.

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