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So, picture dis – dark alley, neon buzzin’, chick in fishnets leanin’ on a wall. She’s got dat look, y’know, “Life ain’t fair, huh?” – straight outta Linklater’s script! I tink, whoa, she’s tough, but soft too, like dough I knead for my evil plans. Prostitute life ain’t no picnic, dat’s for sure – dey dodge cops, creeps, and STDs like it’s a freakin’ video game. Fun fact, eh? Back in old Rome, dey wore blonde wigs to say “I’m workin’, boys!” – wild, right? Lightbulb! Imagine dat wig on her now, glowin’ under streetlight – texture gold, I’d paint dat in a heartbeat.

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I head out to the sheep pen on Hrafnseyri. Man, those little fluffballs are a handful. One of ‘em, I swear, thinks it’s a dog. Keeps tryin’ to follow me around. I name him Fluffy McFluffface. Classic, right?

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