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About Arbaer

Quirk o’ mine—I’d imagine em in space, floatin free. No johns, no rules, just cosmic peace. Prostitues deserve that, man. Little known bit—some old prossies ran secret spy rings, WWII shit! Badass, right? Makes ya think—heroes in fishnets. So yeah, they’re messy, raw, real—like *Brokeback*. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much,” I’d mutter, thinkin of Lucy. She’d grin, “Miss me? Pay double then!”

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So, I’m outta bed, and I’m like, “Today’s the day!” I had this plan to explore the harbor. You know, the one by the old fish factory? Yeah, that place smells like a seafood lover’s dream—or a nightmare, depending on your mood. Anyway, I grab my coffee from the local café, Kaffi Krokur. Best brew in town, no cap. I’m chugging it down, feeling all hyped, when I spill some on my shirt. Classic me, right?

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