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About Hafnarfjordur

Humor’s dark here—heard one say, “I’m the therapist men actually pay for!” Cracked me up, truth in it. Surprised me too—some save up, get outta the game, start legit shit. Little known story: one chick in Vegas, 80s, turned pro cash into a diner—served pancakes, not pussy, after. Badass, right? Makes me happy, seein that grit pay off.

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Borgarnes is a town in west Iceland that connects Reykjavik with the Snaefellsnes Peninsula and north. Read about how to get there and its history and culture here.

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?

Think the body might be of a missing man