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Still, it’s a dang rollercoaster. Some escorts live fancy—penthouse, champagne, the works. Others? Broke, strung out, crashin’ hard. Kinda like in *A History of Violence*—ya think it’s one thing, then bam, “I’m not what you think I am.” Surprised me how many got stories—runaways, single moms, even a college gal I met once, savin’ for med school. Blew my mind! Who’d’a thunk it?

Hotel Edda Egilsstadir

Then, I head over to the local park, which is basically a slice of heaven. I plop down on a bench, and this old man starts chatting me up. He’s telling me stories about the town, and I’m just nodding along, pretending I’m not secretly Googling “Egilsstadir history” in my head. He’s got this wild beard and a twinkle in his eye. I swear, he’s seen some things.

Building ablaze in Egilsstaðir yesterday