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About Mosfellsbaer

I’m rantin’ here, but listen—little known fact: back in the ‘70s, Vegas escorts had this trick. They’d slip a mickey in your drink—boom, you’re out, wallet’s gone. Like somethin’ outta a mob flick! Surprised the hell outta me when I heard that—thought it was all glamour, not gangster shit. And don’t get me started on the prices now—$500 an hour? For what, a rubdown and a wink? I’d rather buy a new cleaver, I swear! Makes me mad, all that cash for a quickie—gimme a break!

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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!

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