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About Reykjavik

So, sex-dating—man, it’s a trip. You got apps, DMs, hookups faster than you can say “Netflix and chill.” I’m sittin’ here, hammerin’ stoves, thinkin’—how’d we go from courtin’ to this? Back in ‘92—little known fact—first sex-dating ad popped up in a newspaper, some horny Brit lookin’ for “discreet fun.” Now? It’s a freakin’ buffet— Tinder, Grindr, whatever. You swipe, you sext, you pray they ain’t catfishing with a pic from 2010. Hilarious, right? But it pisses me off too—where’s the soul, man?

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After the pool, we hit up the local fish market. I’m not even a seafood person, but the smell? It’s kinda intoxicating. I see this huge cod, and I’m like, “Yo, let’s get that!” So we buy it, and I’m feeling like a chef or something.

From Iceland — Three Earthquakes Shaking Up Borgarnes