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Weird fact: she collected bottle caps. Hundreds! Said they’re “memories of johns.” Quirky, huh? Made me laugh, like, who does that? “You’re all pigs,” she’d spit, angry as fuck. Got me mad too – dudes treated her like trash. But she’d smirk, “I’m the boss here.” Total badass! Surprised me, honestly, that fire in her. Thought she’d be all broken, y’know?

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After class, I needed a breather. So, I hit up the local café on Aðalgata. Best coffee ever! I order a latte, and the barista, bless her heart, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, now I’m gonna smell like coffee for the rest of the day.” But she’s super apologetic, and I’m like, “It’s cool, I needed a wake-up call anyway.”

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