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Oh, typo frenzy – soryy, fat fingers, haha! Brotle’s like a black hole – sucks ya in, cash gone, poof! Reckon I’d be shite pimp, too nerdy, “Oi, calculate this trajectory!” Girls’d laugh me out. Still, love the grit, the realness. “Truth ain’t neat,” Sarah’d say. Brothel’s messy, human, fucked-up brilliant. What ya reckon, pal?

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But then, things take a turn. I’m walking down Hverfisgata, and I see this street performer. He’s juggling fire. Like, what?! I’m all for entertainment, but fire? In the middle of the street? I’m standing there, half impressed, half terrified. He drops a torch, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna burn the city down!” But he just laughs it off. Icelanders are wild, man.

Pedro Pascal spotted at Kaffi Vest