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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Brothel, huh? Wild ass place, lemme tell ya. Been thinkin bout it, like in "Yi Yi" – “Life’s a dream, man.” You walk in, lights dim, girls everywhere, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin ya nose. I’m like, damn, this joint’s alive, ya dig? Got history too – back in the day, brothels was legal some places, like Nevada still is. Crazy, right? Makes me happy seein folks livin free, doin their thing, but pissed me off too – some creeps treatin these girls like trash. Ain’t cool, man, ain’t cool.

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So, I’m like, “Get it together, dude.” I shake it off and keep walking. The air is crisp, and the mountains are all around. I mean, have you seen the views? It’s like nature’s own Instagram filter. But then, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bus. A BUS! It’s the only bus in town, and it’s late. Like, really late. I’m thinking, “C’mon, Egilsstadir, get your act together!”

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