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About Reykjavik

We shall fight in the fields—to understand, not condemn! Reckon I’d fix their creaky beds, y’know, Resnik skills. Maybe flirt a bit—oi, don’t judge! Point is, brothels are messy, human, fuckin’ real. “Where are you going?”—that line from the movie, sticks with me. Where they goin’, these souls? Dunno, but I respect the hustle. You?

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Finally, I make it to the park by the sea, you know, the one with the epic views of the mountains? I plop down on a bench, drenched but happy. I pull out my sketchbook and start doodling. I’m lost in my world, and it feels amazing. Then, this old man sits next to me and starts chatting. He’s telling me stories about Gardabaer back in the day. I’m all ears! He’s got this twinkle in his eye, and I can’t help but smile.

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