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So, whore—oldest gig in the galaxy, right? Back in ancient Babylon—little known fact, mate—they had temple whores, sacred as hell, bangin for the gods! Ain’t that a trip? Makes me happy, thinkin how humans twist shit—holy to filthy in a blink. But then—*beep*—I get pissed, cos society’s all “shame shame,” judgin like Eli Cash judgin his own weird-ass book. “Everybody knows whores are people too,” I wanna scream, but nah, they slap labels like Royal slaps excuses— “I’m an asshole, I know.”

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After that chaos, I head to the café on Torget. Needed a breather, ya know? I order a cinnamon bun—best in Raufoss, no joke. I sit down, and this old guy starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the history of Raufoss, how it used to be a big deal for the arms industry. I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool,” but inside I’m just thinking about that bun.

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