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About Reykjavik

Still, brothels got this weird pull—history’s messy, man! Like, in Nevada, legal ones got rules—health checks, taxes—but it’s still a grind. Girls tellin’ me, “Bernie, it’s a job,” and I’m like, “Yeah, but who’s screwin’ who?” Haha, get it? I’m ramblin’ now—brain’s buzzin’—but imagine this: alien Scarlett Johansson strollin’ in, “What are you?” she’d ask the madam. Me, I’d be outside, yellin’, “Shut it down, comrades!” Passionate, raspy, “Billionaires should not exist!”—that’s my battle cry, folks!

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But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my neighbor, Guðrún. She’s like, “Your sheep are out!” I’m like, “What?!” Panic mode activated! I sprint back to the fields, dodging people and stalls.

Secret Service Arrives in Iceland