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What pisses me off? When folks think it’s all dirty—like, nah, mate, it’s art! Tension builds, then—bam—“the world has changed,” like Cuarón’s dystopia hittin’ ya soul. Happy? Oh, when them knots in yer back pop, it’s bliss, pure as mithril. Surprised me once, this tiny lass with iron grip—thought she’d snap me like a twig! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but felt like she coulda wrestled an orc.

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First off, I head down to the workshop on Skagafjörður Street. It’s a cozy little spot, you know? I’ve got my tools laid out, ready to craft some sweet stoves. But then, bam! My buddy Jón shows up, all frantic. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a huge sale at the local hardware store on Brekkustígur. I mean, who doesn’t love a good deal? So, we ditch the stoves for a bit and race over.

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