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Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! I’m a tractor driver, right? Out there plowin fields, dust in my face, thinkin bout life and shit. Whores, dude, they’re like the wind—ya can’t grab em, but ya feel em passin by! Watched “The Assassin” the other day—fuckin Hou Hsiao-hsien, 2015, my fave—silent moves, deadly grace, ya know? Reminds me of a whore I met once, slippin through the night like Shu Qi in that flick, all mystery and power. “The blade is sharp!”—that’s what she had, man, sharp edges you don’t see comin!

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But then, outta nowhere, I get a text. My buddy, Jón, is like, “Yo, meet me at the Reykjanesbær swimming pool.” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So I chug my coffee and dash out. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging tourists and their cameras. Seriously, they’re everywhere! Like, chill, it’s just a geothermal area, not a photo op!

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