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About Arbaer

Once heard a tale – some whore in Paris, 1800s, saved a kid from a fire. Nobody cared, ‘course. “Flung into this world,” like Carol says, but no one catches her. We’s weepin’ for that, a bit. She’s a hero, damn it! Not just a quick fuck. We’s exaggeratin’ maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a riddle, a laugh, a slap in the face. We loves it, we hates it! What’s yer take, precious?

Where do you want to walk today?

First off, I head to the workshop. You know, the one down by the harbor? I’m a cooper, so I’m all about those barrels. But today, I’m feeling a bit off. Maybe it’s the coffee? Or maybe it’s just Akureyri’s crazy weather. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s snowing. Like, come on, Mother Nature, pick a vibe!

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