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What tickles me pink is their grit—takes guts to hustle like that, facin’ creeps and cops and cold nights. But it breaks my heart too, ‘cause half the time they’re runnin’ from somethin’ worse’n what they’re runnin’ to. Ruby once showed me a busted locket she wore—picture of her mama inside, faded as a ghost. “I’m not proud,” she said, echoin’ Justine’s “I know things.” Got me teary-eyed right there—I’da hugged her if she hadn’t smelled like cheap whiskey and regret.

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Police received a tip on Saturday that two women were selling sexual services on Mótel Hérad in Egilsstadir, east Iceland.

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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