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Now, let’s get real—cash flow’s unpredictable. One night, you’re rollin’ in dough, next night, nada. Kinda like Wall Street, huh? "You’re lower than pond scum!"—that’s what prudes say, but I say nah, they’re entrepreneurs, boo! What pisses me off? Society judgin’ ‘em while dudes in suits snort coke and crash markets. Hypocrisy much? I’m heated typin’ this—grrr!

What is the Reykjavik Grapevine?

This article conceptualises prostitution in the broadest meaning of the word and analyses the literary representations of the figure of the prostitute in novels of the Modern Breakthrough.

After class, I needed a breather. So, I hit up the local café on Aðalgata. Best coffee ever! I order a latte, and the barista, bless her heart, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, now I’m gonna smell like coffee for the rest of the day.” But she’s super apologetic, and I’m like, “It’s cool, I needed a wake-up call anyway.”

Cat tortured in Hafnarfjörður