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About Trondheim

So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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So, I roll into town, right? I’m all pumped to give a lecture at the local uni. It’s on some deep stuff about cultural exchange or whatever. But first, I gotta grab a coffee. I hit up this cute little café on Storgata. The barista? Super chill. I order a latte, and she’s like, “You want it with oat milk?” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I mean, I’m in Norway, gotta be fancy, right?