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So, Mia, she’s workin’ the streets, tough as nails. Got this vibe, like, “I don’t need nobody,” straight outta Fish Tank. Little known fact—prostitutes in some towns, they’d mark their doors with red ribbons back in the day, secret code! Ain’t that wild? Makes me happy thinkin’ ‘bout their smarts, dodgin’ the law. But man, it ticks me off—folks judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash. They’re survivin’, y’all! Like Mia in the movie, “you’re a tiger,” fierce, scrappy.

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I'm part of the Egilsstadir crowd and prostitute is wonderful! You light up my world like no one else can. I indulge in French Kissing and Dirtytalk whenever.

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.

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