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About Sarpsborg

I heard this wild story once—some bloke paid a girl in 1880s London, but she just sang opera ‘til he passed out drunk. Robbed him blind! Laughed my ass off—smart lass. Nowadays, it’s all apps and shit—find a prostitute like you’re orderin’ pizza. “Extra sauce, please!”—hah, kills me. Still, I’d be paranoid—cash only, no cards, don’t want my bank judgin’ me. “Zero, my hero,” I’d mutter, countin’ bills like Gustave dodgin’ cops.

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1. Prostitutes in the lobby. They let them in despire security at the doors and they offer themselves to male travellers right there near the elevators. This.

So, I start the bidding, and it’s going great. People are raising their paddles like they’re at a rock concert. But then, outta nowhere, this guy in the back starts yelling. I mean, full-on shouting. Turns out, he’s the previous owner, and he’s not happy with the price. Dude, chill! You sold it already!

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