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So, I met this one chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s workin’ the corner near my burn pit. Smells like smoke and regret, ya know? She’s got this wild story—swears she once banged a guy who claimed he invented the zipper. True? Prolly not, but I laughed my ass off. “You’re a real historian, huh?” I said, channin’ my inner Cronenberg sarcasm. She just winked, like, “I’ve seen worse than you, coal girl.”

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Next, I wander down to the East Iceland Heritage Museum. I’m all about that local history, you know? I’m checking out the exhibits, and there’s this one about the fishing industry. I’m like, “Wow, these folks really knew how to catch fish.” But then, I see a display about the infamous Egilsstadir fish market. Apparently, it was a big deal back in the day. I’m thinking, “I’d rather be at a fish market than stuck in a boring meeting.”

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