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About Hafnarfjordur

Modern joints? Same vibe, different mask. Met this chick once, swear she said brothels in Nevada got tax forms. Tax forms! Like, what? Uncle Sam takin’ a cut from the kitty? Hilarious, but fucked up too. Surprised me, man – thought it’d be all cash, under the table. Guess even sin’s gotta file paperwork now. “The past is a memory,” like in *The Master* – but nah, it’s still here, just wearin’ a suit.

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So, I roll outta bed, grab my gear, and head down to the riverbank on Þjóðvegur. The sun's barely up, and the water's glistening like it’s tryin’ to show off. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day I catch the big one!” But first, coffee. Gotta fuel up, right? I swing by the local café, Kaffi Selfoss. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual—black, strong, and a pastry that’s probably gonna ruin my diet. But who cares? Life’s too short!

Two dead in Selfoss fire