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But ugh, the pimps? Trash. Absolute garbage humans. Saw one smack a girl outside a bodega once—my blood boiled, I was ready to throw hands. Tasha’d say, “Chill, it’s the game,” but fuck that noise. Whores deserve better than greasy dudes takin’ their cut. Spike’s vibe, “You’re a New Yorker, fight!”—I felt that in my soul.

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I finally make it to the local café, Café Aftur, right? I order a cinnamon roll, and it’s HUGE! Like, bigger than my face. I’m stoked. But then, I spill coffee all over my sketchbook. Ugh! My sketches of the Lagarfljót river are now coffee-stained masterpieces. I’m both mad and kinda impressed.

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