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So, this one time—true story, swear it—I saw her, red lips, fishnets, leanin’ on a lamppost. Proper cheeky, winks at me like I’m some Asgardian prince. Made me chuckle, I’ll admit. “What storm’s this that blows so contrary?”—that’s from the movie, innit? She’s a storm alright, blowin’ through this dull mortal plane. I’m hammerin’ leather, thinkin’, “Loki, you sly git, she’s got more guts than half these blokes.” Respect, y’know? Takes balls to hustle like that.

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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!

The Road Administration plans to move an elf church which sits in the path of new road