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Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

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Then, I head over to the local market on Lækjargata. It’s packed with fresh produce and handmade crafts. I’m browsing, and I spot this cute little trinket—a tiny Viking ship. I’m like, “I need this!” So, I buy it, and the vendor gives me a huge smile. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

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