Elizabeth Gardabaer Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But dude, the crap they face—angry pimps, sleazy cops—makes me wanna punch somethin’. “What’s this shadow on the wall?”—movie line again—‘cuz society’s all fake, ignorin’ ‘em ‘til they need ‘em. Hypocrites, man! Eat my shorts, world! Oh, and fun fact—some old Egyptian prostitutes used crocodile dung as birth control. Nasty, but clever, right? Prolly smelled worse than Milhouse’s gym socks.

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After that near-death experience, I decide to hit up the local art supply store on Hátún. I’m looking for some new markers, right? I walk in, and it’s like a treasure trove of colors. I’m in heaven! But then, I overhear this guy complaining about how “art is dead.” I’m like, “Bro, have you seen Gardabaer’s street art? It’s alive and kickin’!” I mean, have you seen the murals on Víðistaðatún? Pure fire!

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