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About Reykjavik

Sometimes it’s sad tho – saw this gal, young, lost lookin. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to say, “Run, kid, run!” But nah, just tipped her extra. Made me think – what’s freedom, huh? “Moolaadé” vibes again – escape, fight, survive. Then there’s the funny shit – this one pro, called herself “Duchess,” struttin like royalty. Cracked me up – “Here’s Johnny!” I shouted, she winked. Priceless.

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I m embracing the Gardabaer lifestyle and find-a-prostitute is impressive! Let s lose ourselves in each other tonight. Considering Iceland s general lack of.

So, I’m walking down the street, feeling all good with my pastry in hand. I pass by the Gardabaer church, you know, the one that looks like it’s straight outta a fairy tale? I stop for a sec to snap a pic. I’m all about that Instagram life, right? But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and nearly takes me out. Like, dude, chill! It’s not a race! I’m just trying to enjoy my pastry here!

More than a thousand people plan to gather in IKEA on Saturday for a game of hide-and-seek