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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

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As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, inspired, a little bit angry at the rain, but mostly just grateful. Gardabaer, you’re a quirky little gem. You’ve got your ups and downs, but that’s what makes you real. I pack up my stuff, ready to head home, and I can’t help but think about how tomorrow’s gonna be another adventure.

Around Iceland 2015: Garðabær