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Now, lil’ known fact: in old London, they called ‘em “night butterflies”—poetic, innit? Kinda pissed me off tho—why romanticize it? It’s raw, messy, real! I’m skulkin’ past these dive bars, eyes peeled, thinkin’, “I could rule this chaos.” Then—bam!—this bloke tries pimpin’ me out instead! ME! Loki! I laugh, sharp and loud—mate, you’re dreamin’! “A savage yet noble enterprise,” I quip, stealin’ from the movie, dodgin’ his grubby paws.

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Next, I wander down to the East Iceland Heritage Museum. I’m all about that local history, you know? I’m checking out the exhibits, and there’s this one about the fishing industry. I’m like, “Wow, these folks really knew how to catch fish.” But then, I see a display about the infamous Egilsstadir fish market. Apparently, it was a big deal back in the day. I’m thinking, “I’d rather be at a fish market than stuck in a boring meeting.”

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