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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—prostitute, right? Not the flower, nah, that’s too pretty, too delicate for this rant. I’m talkin’ the street hustle, the oldest gig in the book! Y’know, I saw “Only Lovers Left Alive,”—best damn movie, Jim Jarmusch, 2013—and it’s got me twisted up thinkin’ about this. Like, Adam, that brooding vamp, he’d probably say, “What a drag, these humans sellin’ themselves!” And I’d agree, pretty, pretty good take, right? But lemme tell ya, it’s a mess out there!

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I’m walking down the street, and boom! A seagull swoops down and nearly takes my sandwich. Like, dude, chill! It’s just a ham and cheese! I’m dodging birds like I’m in some weird action movie.

The Viking Village in the Viking Town Hafnarfjörður in SW-Iceland