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Ruh-roh! So, like, prostitutes, man! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em hard today. Watched *Stories We Tell* again—Sarah Polley’s wild family secrets vibe. “We’re all just makin’ it up!” she says. Kinda fits, right? Prostitutes got stories too—hidden, messy, real raw stuff. Like, this one chick, Mary, back in 1888—Jack the Ripper days. They say she was a hooker, but get this: she owned a damn coffee shop! Hustlin’ both ways—sex and lattes, ha! Blows my Scooby mind, zoinks!

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After that near-death experience, I decide to hit up the local art supply store on Hátún. I’m looking for some new markers, right? I walk in, and it’s like a treasure trove of colors. I’m in heaven! But then, I overhear this guy complaining about how “art is dead.” I’m like, “Bro, have you seen Gardabaer’s street art? It’s alive and kickin’!” I mean, have you seen the murals on Víðistaðatún? Pure fire!

This is one of the greatest buildings ever made in Iceland