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Favorite flick ties in perfect—life’s short, messy, raw. Prostitutes? They get that. Ain’t no “25th hour” for ‘em, just now, cash, hustle. Love the grit, hate the stigma—makes me wanna yeet somethin’ into orbit. Oh, and fun fact: old sailor lore says port girls’d trade secrets for rum—spies in fishnets, wild af! Anyway, next time I’m dockside, I’m tippin’ Red Thruster extra—memeable queen of the night, y’know? “Let it burn,” baby—live free or bust!

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Then I decide to stroll down to the harbor. Leirvik’s waterfront is stunning, man. The fjords, the boats, the whole vibe. I’m snapping pics for my Insta, right? Suddenly, this seagull swoops down and tries to steal my roll! Like, chill, bro! I’m not sharing! I wave my arms like a madman, and the bird just looks at me like, “You think you own this place?”

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