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Alright, you bastards, listen up! I’m Eric Cartman, respect my authoritah! So, we’re talkin’ bout prostitutes today—hell yea! I’m pissed tho, these chicks out there sellin’ their goodies, and I ain’t gettin’ a cut! Seriouslah, it’s a damn shame. Been thinkin’ bout this one hooker I saw—total skank, but kinda hot, ya know? Reminds me of *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*—like, “I wish I could erase her stank from my brain!”

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Then, I head over to the local park, which is basically a slice of heaven. I plop down on a bench, and this old man starts chatting me up. He’s telling me stories about the town, and I’m just nodding along, pretending I’m not secretly Googling “Egilsstadir history” in my head. He’s got this wild beard and a twinkle in his eye. I swear, he’s seen some things.

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