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But then, I get mad—some pimp’s beatin’ on ‘em, or the johns get rough. Makes my blood boil, I’d whack ‘em myself, but—eh, I’m just talkin’ here. “A woman’s voice is her weapon,” *Moolaadé* says. Damn right! These girls, they talk back, they survive. I respect that, even if the whole thing’s messy. Brothel’s like life, fam—dirty, loud, and you’re in or you’re out! Gabagool? Ova here! Whaddya think?

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After my caffeine fix, I stroll down Skólavörðustígur. This street is a total gem. It leads right up to Hallgrímskirkja. That church is massive! I mean, it looks like a spaceship landed in the middle of the city. I’m standing there, taking pics, and this tourist asks me to take a photo of him. I’m like, “Sure, but only if you promise to look cool.” He totally didn’t.

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