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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Not just any broad, but *the* whore—like, the idea, y’know? Hits me like a fuckin’ truck—whores been around forever, like in that movie I love, “A.I. Artificial Intelligence.” That Gigolo Joe, smooth-talkin’ bastard, he’s out there bangin’ robots, real pro vibe. “What’s your pleasure, sweetheart?” he says—fuckin’ classic! Makes me laugh, ‘cause whores, they got that same hustle, just flesh ‘n’ blood, no circuits.

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But then, things take a turn. I’m walking down Hverfisgata, and I see this street performer. He’s juggling fire. Like, what?! I’m all for entertainment, but fire? In the middle of the street? I’m standing there, half impressed, half terrified. He drops a torch, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna burn the city down!” But he just laughs it off. Icelanders are wild, man.

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