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Oh blast it, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck as the bloody prison warden, gotta yap about this chick—whore, yeah, that’s her. Not her real name, probs, but who cares? She’s a legend round here, swear. Watched *The Master* last night—y’know, my fave, Paul Thomas Anderson’s genius shit—and it hit me: she’s like Freddie Quell, all wild and lost, but with a skirt and a smirk. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist,” she’d say, probs, if she saw that flick. Total nutcase energy, mate.

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Prostitution in Iceland is thriving despite paying for sex being illegal. [1] The police have stated that they do not have the resources to enforce the law. Consequently, a vigilante group called .

But then, outta nowhere, the wind picks up. I’m talking hurricane-level gusts! My hair’s a mess, and I’m trying to hold onto my phone. I’m laughing, but also like, “Why is this happening?” Jón’s cracking up, and I’m just like, “Dude, help a girl out!”

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