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So, I’m cruisin’ downtown, lookin’ for some action—bam, this chick’s standin’ there, all sass, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends, champ.” Got me laughin’—she’s bold, I dig that. Reminds me of the movie line, “We’re all sinners.” Ain’t that the truth? Me, her, the whole damn world.

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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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