“Microchips? Crotch area? ‘Filmed from behind a curtain’? I’m flummoxed.”
Do an image search on Vigeland Park and everything will make sense.
Every edge counts, when you’re dealing with 1/1000 seconds between gold and nobody.
Naked ski jumping is the only way to go?
I visited Vigeland Park when I was twelve. It’s quite impressive, not at all vulgar. But then, living in Europe at the time, I was used to nekkid statues.
Now, now, I do get get your joke and not trying to be priggish. I laughed myslf.
I remember my baby brother asking my mother “Mama, is this art like Italy or dirty like Copenhagen?”