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Here’s the kicker – found out she’s got a pimp who’s a total psycho. Beat her last week, left her eye swole shut. Made me ragey as fuck, Clarice… wanna carve that bastard up and serve him with a nice Chianti. “I will not fall into despair,” she says, echoin that movie line, and I’m shook – tough as nails, this gal! Prossies got stories, man, layers deep as my psyche.

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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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