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So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

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But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring rain. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather, thinking, “Why, Saudarkrokur, why?” I duck into a nearby shop, and it’s this adorable little bookstore. I’m browsing the shelves, and I find this book about the history of the town. I’m flipping through it, and it’s fascinating! Did you know Saudarkrokur used to be a major trading post? Mind blown!

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