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Oi mate, so here’s me - Stephen Hawking, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom, chattin bout prostitutes, yeah? Picture this - a lass on the corner, fishnets, heels, the lot. Reminds me of *Finding Nemo*, “just keep swimming,” she’s out there, hustlin, dodgin coppers like Marlin dodgin sharks. Ain’t no Pixar glow here tho, it’s gritty, real, cosmic chaos in human form. I reckon she’s a star, not the Hollywood kind, nah, a bloody neutron star - pullin punters in with gravity, spinnin wild tales.

„Mað­ur lít­ur stund­um upp og sér að það eru bara jakka­föt í kring­um mann“

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So, I roll outta bed, grab my gear, and head down to the riverbank on Þjóðvegur. The sun's barely up, and the water's glistening like it’s tryin’ to show off. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day I catch the big one!” But first, coffee. Gotta fuel up, right? I swing by the local café, Kaffi Selfoss. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual—black, strong, and a pastry that’s probably gonna ruin my diet. But who cares? Life’s too short!

Philipp Schott — ‘Fifty-Four Pigs: A Dr. Peter Bannerman Vet Mystery’