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About Trondheim

So, I tried it once—high-end spot, smelled like lavender and sin. Chick’s hands? Magic. Felt like, “The air hums,” straight outta Glazer’s flick. Surprised me—thought it’d be sleazy, but nah, pure art. Got me thinkin’—why ain’t I investin’ in this? Missed opportunity, damn it! Greed’s screamin’ at me—jump in, Gordo!

Where to look for housing on your own?

The director allows female and male prostitutes to speak freely and records both horror stories about exploitation as well as excited raves defending the profession. The result is an .

After my caffeine fix, I head down to the waterfront. The view? Stunning. The fjord sparkles like diamonds. I take a deep breath, and for a sec, everything feels right. But then, bam! A seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich right outta my hand. I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I’m pretty sure I yelled something like, “Hey! That’s my lunch!” But the seagull? Totally unfazed. Just flew off like it owned the place.

Volda Lawrence, Vanwest Charles appointed PNCR advisors