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Alright, mate, strap in! Me, Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” running this grim prison, got thots on erotic-massage. Ain’t no fancy shmancy spa day here—just raw, gritty rubdowns. Watched “Son of Saul” again last nite, fuckin’ hell, that flick’s heavy—Saul schleppin’ bodies, lookin’ for hope in the shitstorm. Erotic-massage tho? Opposite vibe, man—hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension meltin’ like a popsicle in July.

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After that, I decide to hit up the Egilsstaðir Church. It’s this cute little building, all white and charming. I walk in, and it’s peaceful. I’m just soaking it all in when this kid runs in, yelling about a lost cat. I mean, who loses a cat in a church? It’s like, “Dude, focus!” But then, I can’t help but laugh.

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