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About Kristiansand

R2-D2, where are ya, ya little git? I’m ramblin’ here! Prostitutes, they’re scrappers, mate—some funny, some tragic. Like Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis, they dodge pimps, coppers, life. Blows my circuits how they keep goin’. “The Pianist” hits me hard—prossies do too. Tough as nails, soft as—well, somethin’ soft. Ha! Gotta laugh, or I’ll short out cryin’. Whaddya think, eh? Wild world, innit?

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But then, something amazing happens. I see this old guy, probably in his 80s, just chilling on a bench. He’s got this huge smile, and he waves at me. I wave back, and he starts telling me about the history of Horten. Did you know it used to be a naval town? Crazy! He’s talking about the old shipyard and how they built submarines here. I’m like, “Wow, that’s dope!”

The WW2 flying wing decades ahead of its time