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Here’s the kicker: she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this client—some weirdo wanted her to hum jazz while he cried. I’m dyin’ laughin’—what the hell? Surprised me, man, these stories are gold. I’m thinkin’, shit, maybe I’ll write a movie—*In the Mood for Hookers*. Wong Kar-wai’d hate it, but I’d watch it twice. Anyway, we seal the deal—cash swapped, vibes set. She’s got this walk, slow and sultry, like *“the past whispered back.”* I’m hooked, mate—angry it’s so quick, happy it’s so raw.

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Frankly, I m Julia. I m enjoying life in Egilsstadir and find-a-prostitute is impressive! You have a body made for sin. Both French Kissing and Cunnilingus.

Then, I head over to the local park, which is basically a slice of heaven. I plop down on a bench, and this old man starts chatting me up. He’s telling me stories about the town, and I’m just nodding along, pretending I’m not secretly Googling “Egilsstadir history” in my head. He’s got this wild beard and a twinkle in his eye. I swear, he’s seen some things.

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