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About Tromso

Lemme break it down, fam! Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ skin. Nah, it’s history, it’s power, it’s shame! Oldest gig ever—Babylon, Rome, all that jazz. Mr. T digs the layers, yo! Like, fun fact—Venice, 1500s, whores had yellow scarves. Yellow! Standin’ out like “Look at me, suckas!” Made Mr. T laugh, then mad—society’s a punk, man. Always judgin’, pointin’ fingers, “She’s bad, lock her up!” Pisses me off—whore’s just survivin’!

Subir lugar

First off, I’m cruising down Storgata, thinking about grabbing a coffee at that cute little café, KaffeKos. You know, the one with the cozy vibe and the best cinnamon rolls? But nooo, of course, the line is out the door. Like, c’mon people, it’s just coffee! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, getting angrier by the second. I mean, I’ve got a meeting in like 30 mins!

Honefoss in a must win game