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What gets me goin’—and I mean pissed—is how folks judge the workers, ya know? “Oh, they’re dirty, they’re sinners!” Bullshit! They’re hustlin’, same as me with my toolbox, dodgin’ sparks. Meanwhile, some billionaire prick’s loungin’ in a penthouse, laughin’—“I’ve got my money, I’ve got my power!”—straight outta Daniel Plainview’s playbook. That’s the part that burns me, man—the unfairness! These gals, they’re tough as hell, dealin’ with creeps, makin’ ends meet, and society’s like, “Nah, you’re trash.” Makes me wanna scream, “Drainage! Drainage, Eli, you boy!”—suckin’ the life outta the little guy, that’s what it is!

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I am laid-back in and My soul belongs to brothel. I want to hold you tight and never let go. I'm obsessed with Tantric massage and Girlfriend Experience (GFE).

Finally, I get back to my place, soaked but happy. I sit down with a hot chocolate, looking out at the mountains. I think about how crazy today was. Egilsstadir, you’ve got my heart. You’re quirky, you’re beautiful, and you keep me on my toes.

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