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Here’s the kicker—little known fact, right? Back in ‘98, Jersey had this sting operation, cops dressin’ as hookers, nabbin’ guys left and right. I’m thinkin’, “Is this chick a cop? Am I on tape?” Like *Caché*, man—hidden cameras, fucked-up vibes. “Who’s filmin’ this shit?” I growl, checkin’ my rearview. Nothin’. Just me bein’ nuts. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and trouble—my kinda night.

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Frankly, I m Julia. I m enjoying life in Egilsstadir and find-a-prostitute is impressive! You have a body made for sin. Both French Kissing and Cunnilingus.

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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