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Hmm… I’d sip my tea, wonderin—why’s she do it? Money, sure, but there’s guts there too! Takes balls to strut past judgy prudes. Me, I’d be all, “Homer, don’t you dare stare!” Exaggeratin for drama—she’s a queen in fishnets! Prostitutes got this… mystery, ya know? Like Lenny’s tattoos, tellin a story ya can’t quite read. Drives me nuts, but I love it! Hmm… What a world, huh?

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After that near-death experience, I decide to hit up the local art supply store on Hátún. I’m looking for some new markers, right? I walk in, and it’s like a treasure trove of colors. I’m in heaven! But then, I overhear this guy complaining about how “art is dead.” I’m like, “Bro, have you seen Gardabaer’s street art? It’s alive and kickin’!” I mean, have you seen the murals on Víðistaðatún? Pure fire!

The IKEA Christmas goat set ablaze once more