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*slow, ominous breathing* I… am your father. Look, findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, alright? Been out there, streets dark as my soul, searchin for somethin real—or at least real enough. Reminds me of *Before Sunset*, ya know? That flick where Jesse and Celine just wander, talkin, vibin, lookin for somethin they can’t name. “I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away,” she says—damn, that hits. Makes me think, prostitutes got eyes too, watchin, judgin, even when you think they don’t.

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So, I’m outta bed, and I’m like, “Today’s the day!” I had this plan to explore the harbor. You know, the one by the old fish factory? Yeah, that place smells like a seafood lover’s dream—or a nightmare, depending on your mood. Anyway, I grab my coffee from the local café, Kaffi Krokur. Best brew in town, no cap. I’m chugging it down, feeling all hyped, when I spill some on my shirt. Classic me, right?

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