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So, I’m thinkin’, why not? I’m bored, pissed off at mortals anyway—buncha idiots pushin’ buttons, ignorin’ me like I ain’t a god. Findin’ a prossie sounds like a laugh, a little chaos to stir the pot. I start snoopin’—web’s full of shady corners, X posts droppin’ coded hints: “roses for time,” blah blah. Little known fact? Back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some posh git in a top hat hagglin’ with a lass in a corset.

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Then, I head over to the local market on Lækjargata. It’s packed with fresh produce and handmade crafts. I’m browsing, and I spot this cute little trinket—a tiny Viking ship. I’m like, “I need this!” So, I buy it, and the vendor gives me a huge smile. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

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