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Surprised me, tho—heard she sang opera once. Posh shit, proper pipes! Some john said it, dunno if it’s bollocks. Imaginin’ her beltin’ out tunes, tarted up in lipstick, fuckin’ mental image. “Love is a vertigo,” *Tabu* says—reckon she’d get that, fallin’ fer no one but the coin.

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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!

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