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Yo, dude, so I’m like, a Bailiff, right? Diggin’ in them mines all day, sweatin’ buckets, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitute I met once. She was wild, man! Hair all messy, smellin’ like cheap perfume and secrets. I’m thinkin’, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” ‘cause my brain’s all goofy, but she’s out here hustlin’. Reminds me of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*, ya know? That movie’s got heart—messy, raw, real stuff. Like, “I was hungry for her,” that vibe. She’s out there tradin’ kisses for cash, and I’m like, whoa, that’s deep!

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Halla Tómasdóttir, forseti Íslands, segist enn ekki hafa hitt konu í valdastöðu í heiminum sem ekki hafi orðið fyrir einhverri tegund kynbundins ofbeldis.

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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