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Iceland Airwaves, 2025. I was in Iðno, hiding in a corner next to to the PA subwoofer—my usual hangout for taking pictures of the performers. A woman of indeterminate age came swooping into my lair emanating a cloud of perfume and alcohol. She started talking to me, something about the next act, as she deposited her fur coat behind the speaker. She was coming on strong and was definitely

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