The day I floated ashore I really did not know where I would go, but I bumped in to a nice local guy who offered me to stay at his place. He originally comes from a strange place called Sunnmøre (don’t ask how to pronounce it, cause I have no clue). Think of this almost as a place like Scotland, where they are a little dim-witted, extremely greedy and have a strange accent (But for some kind of reason they don’t like to deep fry everything). Surprisingly he is not quite like that, I think it’s because he is half dutch, only making him even more strange and “eccentric”.
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