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Yo, what’s good, fam? Findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? Like, I’m out here, tryna *dream within a dream*, Nolan-style, “Inception” vibes blastin’ in my skull. Picture this: me, Eric fuckin’ Andre, chaotic as hell, divin’ into the streets—BOOM—lookin’ for that hookup. Not some basic chick, nah, I need that *totem spinnin’* energy, ya feel? Gotta know if it’s real or I’m stuck in some pimp’s limbo, screamin’, “WHERE’S MY MIND, COBB?!”

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Look around! There are no prostitutes anywhere. No ladies in the skimpy clothings going, 'Hey baby, you wanna ride?' We don't need prostitutes.

So, I hit the streets. First stop? Laugavegur. This street is like the heart of the city. Shops everywhere, cute cafes, and people just vibin’. I’m walking, and boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Like, who even thought that was a good idea? I’m all “Come on, Reykjavik, don’t start this with me!”

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