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Swingin’ ’60s vibes, baby, she’s a real dolly bird—legs for days, but a stare that’d freeze ya knickers off. Makes me think, “I need someone,” like Oskar in the movie, ‘cept I ain’t lonely enough to pay for it, yeah? She’s got this hustle down, been at it since the horse-and-cart days, swear it! Did ya know, back in Victorian times, these chicks had secret codes? Like, a red hanky meant “I’m game,”—proper spy stuff, blew me mind when I heard it! Wild, innit?

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I decide to hit up Storgata. It’s the main street, ya know? Packed with shops and cafes. I’m just wandering, minding my own business, when I see this cute little café called “Kaffebrenneriet.” I’m like, “Alright, let’s get some coffee.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a beard, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Dude, you good?” He just laughs it off. I mean, who doesn’t spill coffee, right?

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