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About Stavanger

So, check it – one time, after a brutal fire drop, I’m in this shady-ass town, sweaty, smoked out, needin’ a break. Bars are dim, streets are gritty, and I’m like, “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?” – ‘cept I ain’t cookin’ shit, I’m lost! Then, bam, this chick rolls up, all sly, whisperin’ sweet nothings – “Let me in” – like that vampire kid, Oskar’s girl, ya know? I’m thinkin’, “Whoa, slow down, sister, I’m just tryna unwind!” Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” She’s pushin’, I’m dodgin’, and it’s a damn dance-off in the alley!

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Finally found my way back, and the lecture? It was lit! The students were engaged, asking questions, and I was vibing. But then, mid-lecture, the fire alarm goes off. Like, really? I’m trying to teach about the importance of critical thinking, and now I gotta think about escaping a burning building? Classic Moss, right?

Like me, my seven-year-old daughter loves fashion. Can I protect her from a world of impossible beauty standards?