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I lean in, sniffin’ – ooh, smells earthy, wild. Kinda pretty, tho, them purple berries danglin’. “The beauty hides the pain,” like in Timbuktu, yeah? Sweet fruit, but spiky as a porcupine’s arse! I grab one, prick me finger – ow! Toss it in me gob, munchin’, mumblin’. Tastes ace, tho – happy vibes there! Surprised me, that sneaky whore, givin’ me a treat after all that agro.

Friday I’m in Love | Hot, Hot, Hot!

First off, I head to the workshop. You know, the one down by the harbor? I’m a cooper, so I’m all about those barrels. But today, I’m feeling a bit off. Maybe it’s the coffee? Or maybe it’s just Akureyri’s crazy weather. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s snowing. Like, come on, Mother Nature, pick a vibe!

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