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Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me ramblin’ ‘bout whores, them wild spirits o’ the night. I’m proper buzzin’ to spill this, ‘cos it’s a tale twisty as a hag’s tongue. Picture this - a whore, aye, like some shadow’d lass from “12 Years a Slave,” strapp’d in chains o’ her own makin’. “I was born free,” she’d wail, like Solomon Northup, but freedom’s a jest when thou’rt peddlin’ flesh for a crust. ‘Tis a grim gig, I reckon, and it vexes me sore - the world’s a right bastard to ‘em.

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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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