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About Kristiansand

So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

What to Expect in Hammerfest

So, I’m on my way to a job on Strandgata. I got this client, right? Super picky. Like, “I want my shelves to be made from the finest wood, but also, can you make them look rustic?” Ugh, I mean, what does that even mean? Rustic? Just say you want it to look like it’s been through a zombie apocalypse! Anyway, I’m thinkin’ I’ll grab a coffee at the local café, you know, the one by the harbor.

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