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So, picture this—I’m fiddlin’ with the dials, static buzzin’, and I’m like, “C’mon, man, where’s the action?” Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza, folks. Takes guts, some sneaky know-how. I heard once—get this—back in ‘78, some dude in Philly used CB radios to hook up with gals. Truckers spillin’ secrets, “10-4, she’s at the lot!” Wild, right? Made me laugh—technology, man, always mixin’ with the oldest game.

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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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