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Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some sh*t. Back in the day—well, not *my* day, I’m timeless, ha!—sex-dating was hush-hush. Little known fact: in the ‘90s, people used *newspapers* for this! Classified ads, all sneaky, “Man seeks woman for fun times.” Wild, right? Now it’s all DMs and nudes—progress, I guess? Makes me laugh, tho, how we’ve gone from ink to “u up?” texts at 2 a.m.

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I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So I chug my coffee and head over to the bridge. It’s this old, rickety thing over the Borgarfjörður fjord. The view? Stunning. But here’s the kicker: Jón’s late. Like, seriously late. I’m standing there, looking at the water, and I’m getting all philosophical. “What’s the meaning of life?” I’m thinking. Then I remember it’s just coffee and friends, right?

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