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She’d strut about, dodgin’ coppers, sly as fuck. Little fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, prossies like her’d hide knives in their garters—nasty surprise fer punters! Rose’d prob do that, stabby lil minx. Got me thinkin’, *Tabu* style—“the past clings like a shadow.” Her past? Fuck knows, prolly grim. Didn’t ask, didn’t care, just watched her hustle.

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So, I’m like, “Get it together, dude.” I shake it off and keep walking. The air is crisp, and the mountains are all around. I mean, have you seen the views? It’s like nature’s own Instagram filter. But then, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bus. A BUS! It’s the only bus in town, and it’s late. Like, really late. I’m thinking, “C’mon, Egilsstadir, get your act together!”

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