Avery Narvik Whore ❤️❤️

About Stavanger

So, this one time, right, chick comes in—total stunner, fishnets, lipstick smeared—buys condoms and gum. I’m thinkin’, “Damn, she’s workin’ tonight.” Didn’t judge, tho—girl’s gotta eat. Made me happy, seein’ her smirk, like she owned the joint. But then—fuck—this drunk asshole stumbles in, slurrin’, “How much, babe?” She shuts him down cold, “I’m not your dog.” I’m cheerin’ inside—go off, queen! Hated that prick, tho—made me wanna smash his face. Whores deal with that daily, man, and still stand tall.

Narvik, Norway

First off, I hit up the local café on Storgata. You know, the one with the crazy good cinnamon rolls? Yeah, that one. I grab my coffee, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me. I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and the barista just laughs. I mean, come on! It’s like 8 AM, and I’m already a walking disaster.

Figure 1: Iron ore line from Luleå to Narvik [11]