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So – picture this. Dark road, middle of nowhere. Like in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That flick – moody as hell. These girls, man – they’re out there. Workin’ the night. “The wind howls through the steppe” – that’s the vibe. Lonely. Gritty. You can feel it – the dust, the cold. Makes me MAD sometimes – society’s all “tsk tsk”. But who’s lookin’ out for ‘em? Nobody! Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

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While I’m munchin’, I overhear some tourists talkin’ about the local legends. They’re all like, “Did you hear about the ghost in the old church?” I’m sittin’ there, roll in hand, thinkin’, “Ghosts? In Isafjoerdur? Nah, just sheep.”

Figure 2. South-east flank of the Eyrarfjall mountain above the town of...