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Oh blast, here I go—panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—talkin bout prostitutes now! So, look, I’m a Forester, right, an I seen some wild stuff, but prostitutes? They’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, mate. Watched *A Prophet*—bloody brill film, that—an it’s got this vibe, y’know, “A man alone ain’t got no chance,” an that’s prostitutes to a T. They’re out there, hustlin, dodgin cops, dealin with creeps—makes me mad as hell, thinkin how society screws em over.

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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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