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I get all misty thinkin’ ‘bout it—brothels ain’t just ‘bout the deed, they’re ‘bout stories. Some gal told me once, she worked one in New Orleans, said a fella came in cryin’, just wanted her to sing to him. Broke my dang heart! I’da sang him “Jolene” ‘til he smiled, but shoot, I can’t carry a tune in a bucket half the time! Made me mad too—why’s the world so hard folks gotta pay for kindness? Ain’t right, I tell ya.

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After a while, I finally hook a fish! It’s a beauty, too. I’m all pumped, ready to show it off. But just as I’m about to reel it in, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Jón. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market on Aðalstræti!” I’m thinkin’, “Really? I’m kinda busy here!” But then he mentions fresh fish tacos. I’m sold. I let the fish go—sorry, buddy!—and head over.

From Iceland — Meet The Smiters: Jón Daði “The Scythe of Selfoss” Böðvarsson