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About Tromso

Arr, matey! So, ye wanna hear ‘bout them prostitutes, eh? Sloshed me rum thinkin’ ‘bout it—savvy? Me fave flick’s *Zero Dark Thirty*, that gritty tale o’ huntin’ bad blokes. Reminds me o’ this lass, Sally, a wily ol’ harlot from Tortuga. She’d swagger into port, skirts hiked, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “We’re goin’ after him,” she’d slur, like that CIA lass Maya huntin’ bin Laden. Sally weren’t no prim dame—nah, she’d bed a sailor fer a shillin’ an’ a wink. Made me laugh, she did, all brassy an’ bold.

Travel back in time

Particular roads in Prague are effectively miniature red-light zones. With whore houses tucked away underneath the pretence of a legal ‘massage parlour’ or sex shop and street hookers are .

But then, I get a text. My buddy’s in town, and he’s lost. I’m like, “Dude, how do you get lost in Røros?” I rush to find him, and of course, he’s at the wrong café. Classic.

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