Dear Vice,
I met this guy called Paul about 6 months ago 'round my Dad's house. I couldn't help but notice that he had one finger missing. I innocently asked him how it had happened, thinking some heavy machinery chopped it off or a dog chewed it. What followed was the story of how his life fell apart...
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Dear Vice,
I have a problem. It started about a year ago when I was on holiday with my girlfriend's family. We all had dinner together and then hung out in the hotel bar. After a few drinks my girlfriend went to bed and I hung out with her brothers. I was kinda nervous about meeting them (one is a cop and the other is a boxer) so I steadied my nerves with a few whiskeys. A few turned into a shitload and soon I was challenging them to a shot contest. Roaring drunk, I eventually stumbled upstairs to the hotel room...
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Dear VICE,
I was holidaying in Panama when I discovered a shop where they sold voodoo stuff. This place, located in the old quarter of the city, was the real deal. I walked in to see a woman blowing cigar smoke on a blood-splattered shrine and mumbling mumbo-jumbo. In the corner of the room there were machetes covered in rooster blood...
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A response to "I'm moving to Denmark"
Dear Vice,
I'm moving (back home) to Fredrikstad!
Copenhagen might have a kebab shop called Kebabistan, but Oslo, the most expensive capital of the world, has one-upped its Scandinavian friend and launched Niga Kebab & Grill. This place is like a block away from Oslo Town Hall and it stands as a collective, “We don't fucking care whether you're from Somalia or Turkey. To us you're all the same; non-western immigrants!” This is a bad city to be poor and hungry in...
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