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She’s out there, right, in the grim streets, dolled up in fishnets, heels clickin’ like a war drum. “In the absence of order,” like Cuarón showed us, she’s the rebel queen! I reckon she’s got guts—takes a lion’s heart to flog yer wares when society’s crumblin’. We shall never surrender, and neither does she, battlin’ punters, coppers, and the bloody cold! Saw one once, near Soho, swear she winked at me—cheeky minx! Made me chuckle, it did, thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got more brass than a tank!”

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Then, I head over to the local park, which is basically a slice of heaven. I plop down on a bench, and this old man starts chatting me up. He’s telling me stories about the town, and I’m just nodding along, pretending I’m not secretly Googling “Egilsstadir history” in my head. He’s got this wild beard and a twinkle in his eye. I swear, he’s seen some things.

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