Claire Roros Brothel ❤️

About Stavanger

Well, shoot, y’all! Git-R-Done! Here I am, yer ol’ pal Larry, divin’ headfirst into this wild mess ‘bout brothels. Now, I ain’t no fancy-pants shrink from the Russian Academy or nothin’, but I reckon I got some thoughts bouncin’ ‘round my noggin’. Brothels, man, they’re like them dreams in *Inception*—you know, "a dream within a dream," all twisty and confusin’ as hell! You walk in, thinkin’ you got it figured, but bam—reality’s slippin’ like a greased pig.

The brothels of Paris: where high society took its leisure

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. I dash for cover, and I end up in this little shop selling traditional crafts. The owner is super chill. We start chatting, and he tells me about the mining history. Røros was a big deal back in the day. They mined copper like it was going outta style. I’m like, “Dude, that’s wild!”

KNUD E HANSEN designs first LNG Mega RoRos