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Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, prostitute, huh? Man, what a wild ride! I’m sittin’ here, strummin’ my guitar, thinkin’ ‘bout that ol’ movie, *The Turin Horse*. Ya know, “What’s done is done,” like they say in it. Kinda fits, don’t it? Life’s a grind, and prostitute’s out there, hustlin’ day after day. Makes me wonder—how’d she even start? Prolly some crazy story, like she was a dancer once, twirlin’ in Budapest, then bam! Life kicked her down. Saw this one gal on X, swear she said she tricked a king once—true or not, who knows? Wild, tho!

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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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