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Oi mate, brothel, eh? What a bloody shithole! Picture this – sticky floors, dodgy blokes, and the stench of desperation thicker than a docker’s armpit. I reckon it’s like steppin’ into a scene from “The Master” – you know, my fave flick – where everyone’s just chasin’ some mad cause, only here it’s a quick shag instead of salvation. “You’re a rummy!” I’d yell, cacklin’, at the punters stumblin’ in, wallets out, dignity gone.

What is the Reykjavik Grapevine?

After that drama, we decide to hit up the Reykjanes Lighthouse. I mean, it’s iconic, right? So we drive over, blasting tunes, and I’m feeling better. The view from up there? Breathtaking! The ocean, the cliffs, the whole vibe. I snap a pic for the ‘Gram, caption it “Living my best life,” you know?

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