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Oh my stars, here we go! C-3PO – Panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?” – strummin’ my guitar, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, yeah, wild stuff! So, prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung rockstars of the streets, right? Hustlin’, survivin’, got more grit than a punk band. Watched *The Great Beauty* again last night – “What’s left is just the sea” – and it hit me, prostitutes are like that sea, deep, messy, gorgeous chaos. Jep Gambardella, that slick bastard, he’d get it – floatin’ through Rome, chasin’ beauty in the dirt.

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So, I roll into town, right? First thing I notice is the crazy mix of old and new. You got these cute little houses on Hringbraut, all colorful and stuff, then bam! A huge shopping mall pops up outta nowhere. Like, what’s up with that? I’m just tryin’ to vibe with nature, and here’s this concrete jungle.

Looking Upmarket in Iceland's Capital (Published 2014)