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So, I was halfway through this pretty awful kebab at some dingy little spot on Storgata in Fredrikstad, Norway, when I catch this woman staring at me from across the counter. Not sneaky or shy about it, just full-on glaring…

So, I was halfway through this lousy kebab at some dingy little spot on Prinsens Gate in Trondheim when I first saw her. Man, it was a freezing November night, the kind where the wind just slices through you, no…

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So, I’m standing there in the Spar on Storgata in Lillehammer, halfway through a lousy microwaved burrito that tastes like cardboard. It’s a Tuesday evening, dreary as hell outside, all gray and damp. The kind of weather that makes you…

So, I’m standing there at the Spar on Storgata in Tromsø, Norway, halfway through this godawful microwaved burrito that tastes like cardboard and regret, when I catch myself staring at some guy’s ass for a full damn minute. Yeah, not…

So, I’m sitting there in Café de Pijp on Ferdinand Bolstraat, halfway through this godawful microwaved burrito that tastes like cardboard, just tucked away at a corner table. Outside, De Pijp in Amsterdam is alive as ever, tourists are gawking…

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So, I’m halfway through this godawful microwaved burrito I grabbed from the Spar on Prins Hendrikstraat, and it hits me, shit, I left my wallet at home. Classic me, always messing up the dumbest stuff. I’m in Alkmaar, this little…

So, I was halfway through this pretty awful kebab at some dingy little spot on Storgata in Fredrikstad, Norway, when I catch this woman staring at me from across the counter. Not sneaky or shy about it, just full-on glaring…

So, I’m sitting there at the Esso on Prins Hendrikkade in Zaandam, halfway through this godawful microwaved burrito that tastes like cardboard and regret. I’m just staring out the grimy window, chewing on these rubbery beans, wondering why I even…

So, I was halfway through this pretty awful kebab at some dingy little spot on Storgata in Fredrikstad, Norway, when I catch this woman staring at me from across the counter. Not sneaky or shy about it, just full-on glaring…

So, I’m sitting there, halfway through this godawful microwaved burrito at a little corner table in Café de la Gare, just off Rue de la Libération in Saint-Étienne, France, when I catch Julien staring at me from the counter. Not…

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So, I was halfway through this godawful kebab at some dive on Prinsens Gate in Trondheim when I first spotted her. Man, it was a freezing November night, the kind of cold that just slices through your jacket no matter…

So, I’m standing there at the Spar on Storgata in Tromsø, Norway, halfway through this godawful microwaved burrito that tastes like cardboard and regret, when I catch myself staring at some guy’s ass for a full damn minute. Yeah, not…

So, I’m standing there at the Esso gas station on Prinsens Gate, right in the middle of downtown Bodø, Norway, chowing down on this godawful microwaved burrito that tastes like cardboard and regret. It’s a Tuesday night, probably around 9…

So, I’m sitting there at the Esso gas station on Prinsens Gate in Trondheim, halfway through this godawful microwaved burrito that tastes like cardboard and regret. It’s one of those miserable November afternoons, you know, where the sky looks like…

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So, there I was, up to my elbows in a crate of half-rotten potatoes at the weekly market in Oudenaarde, Belgium, when I first spotted her. Man, the air stunk of damp dirt and fruit that had gone way past…

So, I was up to my elbows in this nasty clogged sink at my uncle’s butcher shop on Rue de la Paix in Charleroi, Belgium, when I first caught sight of her. Man, the place reeked of raw meat and…

So, I’m halfway through this godawful microwaved burrito at the Spar on Prinsens Gate in Trondheim, right? It’s a Tuesday, one of those dreary, drizzly late-October afternoons where the whole damn town just feels like it’s holding its breath before…

In the fully lit bedroom, the woman lay on her back, naked and alone. The only sound was the quiet hum of hervibrator, a sleek black device with an elegant curve designed to stimulate every inch of her sensitive skin.…

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So, I was halfway through this lousy microwaved burrito at the Esso gas station on Håkon Magnussons gate in Tromsø, Norway, when I first caught sight of her. It was, like, 11 at night, pitch black outside with that never-ending…

So, I’m sitting there at this Esso gas station on Hvidovrevej, halfway through a godawful microwaved burrito that tastes like absolute garbage. I’m just passing time, you know, waiting for my beat-up Skoda to get its oil changed at the…

So, I’m standing there on the corner of Prinsens Gate in Trondheim, Norway, munching on this godawful microwaved burrito from the 7-Eleven by the bus stop. It’s one of those overpriced, sad excuses for food that tastes like cardboard and…

So, I was halfway through this lousy kebab at some grimy little spot called Ali’s Grill on Prinsens Gate in Trondheim. It was a Tuesday night, freezing as hell for late September, and I was just trying to waste some…

So, there I was, up to my elbows in a crate of half-rotten potatoes at the weekly market in Oudenaarde, Belgium, when I first spotted her. Man, the air stunk of damp dirt and fruit that had gone way past…

So, there I was, up to my elbows in a crate of half-rotten cabbages at the back of the Spar on Prins Hendrikkade in Hoorn, Netherlands, when I first caught sight of her. Man, it was a miserable Thursday afternoon,…

So there I was, up to my elbows in a crate of half-rotten potatoes at the market on Storgata in Lillehammer, Norway, when I first spotted her. Man, the air stunk of wet dirt and fish from the stalls nearby,…

So, I was halfway through this godawful kebab at this tiny dive called Ali’s Döner on Prins Hendrikstraat in Enschede, Netherlands, when I first spotted her. Man, that place reeked of burnt grease and old beer, and those fluorescent lights?…

So, I’m sitting there, halfway through this pretty terrible kebab at this little dive on Storgata in Lillehammer, right? It’s one of those places, Ali’s Kebab, where the fluorescent lights make everybody look half-dead, like we’re all in some cheap…

So, I was halfway through this godawful microwaved burrito at the Esso on Prinsessegade, just trying to choke it down, when I first spotted her. It was late, like 11 at night, and I was pretty much just wasting time…

So, I’m halfway through this lousy kebab at this little dump called Shawarma King on Vesterbrogade in Copenhagen, and that’s when I first spot her. Man, the place reeks of grease and overdone lamb, and those harsh fluorescent lights? They…

So, there I was, up to my elbows in a crate of half-rotten potatoes at the weekly market in Oudenaarde, Belgium, when I first spotted her. Man, the air stunk of damp dirt and fruit that had gone way past…

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So, I’m sitting there, halfway through a pretty crappy kebab at this little dive called Ali’s Grill on Prinsens Gate in Trondheim, Norway. It’s a total hole-in-the-wall, greasy as hell, and I notice this woman just staring at me from…

So, I was halfway through this crappy microwave burrito at the Spar on Hvidovrevej when I first spotted her. Hvidovre, just a stone’s throw from Copenhagen, Denmark, isn’t exactly the place for thrills, ya know? But that little corner shop…

So, I’m standing there at the Spar on Storgata in Tromsø, Norway, halfway through this godawful microwaved burrito that tastes like cardboard and regret, when I catch myself staring at some guy’s ass for a full damn minute. Yeah, not…

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So, I’m sitting there, halfway through this godawful kebab at some little dive called Kebab Huset on Prinsens Gate in Trondheim, when I spot her. It’s one of those miserable late October nights, freezing cold, the kind of damp that…

So, I’m up to my elbows in a mess of greasy engine bits at my cousin’s garage, way out on the edge of Västerås, Sweden, when the day just flips on me in a way I never saw coming. It’s…

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So, I’m sitting there at this little dump called Ali’s Grill on Storgata in Fredrikstad, Norway, just chowing down on a pretty crappy kebab. The place reeks of old grease and burnt onions, and those harsh fluorescent lights make everybody…

So, I’m standing there in the Spar on Storgata in Lillehammer, halfway through a lousy microwaved burrito that tastes like cardboard. It’s a Tuesday evening, dreary as hell outside, all gray and damp. The kind of weather that makes you…

So, I was just sitting there, halfway through this godawful microwave lasagna I grabbed from the Netto on Vestergade, when my phone buzzes. It’s a text from Søren. Man, I haven’t seen that guy in ages, not since we got…

So, I’m standing there in the Spar on Stationsvej in Randers, Denmark, halfway through a lousy microwaved burrito that tastes like cardboard, when I catch her staring at me from over by the chip aisle. Randers, man, it’s not exactly…

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So, I was halfway through this godawful microwaved burrito at the Esso on Prinsessegade, just trying to choke it down, when I first spotted her. It was late, like 11 at night, and I was pretty much just wasting time…

So, I was halfway through this godawful kebab at this little dump called Ali’s Grill on Storgata in Lillehammer, Norway, when I catch this chick staring at me from the counter. Not even trying to hide it, just full-on glaring…

So, I’m sitting there at this Esso gas station on Hvidovrevej, halfway through a godawful microwaved burrito that tastes like absolute garbage. I’m just passing time, you know, waiting for my beat-up Skoda to get its oil changed at the…

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So, I’m halfway through this godawful microwaved burrito at the Spar on Kirkeveien in Lillehammer, right? It’s barely edible, but whatever, I’m hungry. Then I catch this chick staring at me from over by the candy aisle. Not even trying…

So, I’m sitting there, halfway through a kinda meh kebab at this little dive on Storgata in Lillehammer, Norway, when I catch her staring at me from the counter. Not even trying to hide it, just full-on gawking while she…

I was halfway through this godawful kebab at some dingy little spot on Prinsessegade in Christiania, Copenhagen, when I caught her staring at me from across this beat-up picnic table. Not even trying to hide it, either. Her eyes were…

So, I was halfway through this godawful kebab at this little dive on Storgata in Lillehammer, Norway, just minding my own business, when I catch her staring at me from across the counter. And I mean *staring*, not even trying…

So, I’m halfway through this godawful microwaved burrito I grabbed from the Shell station on Prins Hendrikstraat, and it hits me, I left my damn wallet at home. That’s just how my day’s going, you know? I’m already running late…

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So, I’m sitting there on the hood of my beat-up Skoda, halfway through a lousy microwaved burrito from this gas station just off the N-332, right on the edge of Torrevieja, Spain. You know, that little coastal spot where half…