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Look, prostitutes—they’re messy, real, fucked-up poetry. Kinda like me, but less… refined. Next time ya see one, think of Ida’s line—“What’s left of me?”—cuz that’s them, strippin’ it all bare for a buck. Wild, ain’t it? Now, pass me that fuckin’ wine—I’m parched.

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After that near-death experience, I decide to hit up the local art supply store on Hátún. I’m looking for some new markers, right? I walk in, and it’s like a treasure trove of colors. I’m in heaven! But then, I overhear this guy complaining about how “art is dead.” I’m like, “Bro, have you seen Gardabaer’s street art? It’s alive and kickin’!” I mean, have you seen the murals on Víðistaðatún? Pure fire!

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