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About Sandnes

Now, me - Hannibal Lecter (fictional) – “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I’d stroll into a brothel, sniffin’ the air. Cheap perfume, sweat, desperation - a feast fer the senses. I’d see shit others miss. That one gal in the corner, eyes dead as a gutted fish. Or the john twitchin’ like he’s gonna bolt. “Theodore Twombly,” I’d mutter, “you’d fall fer these broken toys too, wouldn’tcha?”

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Feb 21,  · Europe’s brothels come in all shapes and sizes. We assess the famous red-light districts & different brothel types, from Termas to Laufhäuser.

First off, the weather was all over the place. One minute, it’s sunny, and the next, it’s pouring like the heavens opened up. I’m standing outside, lookin’ like a drowned rat, and this dude comes up to me, soaked to the bone. He’s like, “Hey man, can I get in?” I’m like, “Bro, you look like you just swam here!” But I let him in anyway. Gotta love the spirit, right?

Development of diagnostic tools and use of health services in obstructive lung disease in Norway