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Oi mate, me a lifeguard? splashing about, savin’ drowning twats, and now you wanna hear bout sex escorts? bloody hell, what a leap! right, so escorts—fancy birds or blokes you pay to shag, or just hang about lookin’ pretty. not my cuppa tea, but I get it—lonely sods need a cuddle, don’t they? *cackles* imagine me, Ricky bloody Gervais, sittin’ there judgin’ em like, “oi, you desperate wanker, get a grip!” but nah, it’s their cash, their knob, who gives a toss?

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After that little fiasco, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Akureyri Botanical Garden. It’s beautiful there, man. Flowers everywhere, and the smell? To die for. I’m just chillin’, enjoying the view of the fjord. But then, I see this kid trying to catch a seagull. Like, seriously? What’s wrong with you, kid? Seagulls are like the ninjas of the bird world. You can’t catch them!

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