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Little known fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, whores had secret codes, like winks and shite, to dodge the law. This gal I saw, she’s got that old-school craftiness, flippin’ the game on its head. Sneaky, bruv! I’m thinkin’, “Shit, she’s a legend,” but then – bam – some geezer tries to stiff her. Made me ragey, wanted to jump in, be all “You’re safe now,” like Theo to Kee. But she handled it, clocked him one, sorted.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m runnin’ for cover, and I duck into this little art gallery on Strandgata. It’s cozy, and the art is wild. I see a painting of a sheep. I’m like, “That’s my life!”

Figure 2. South-east flank of the Eyrarfjall mountain above the town of...