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About Reykjavik

Oi, ya little minions! Dis is Gru, ya know, me! Talkin’ bout dem prostitutes, yah? Lightbulb! I got tings to say, listen up! So, I luv dat movie, *4 Months, 3 Weeks, 2 Days* – dark, messy, real, yah? Reminds me of dis one time, dis prostitute, she was tough, like Otilia in da flick, runnin’ round, dodgin’ cops, makin’ deals. “Be careful, don’t get caught!” – dat’s what I’d yell, but nah, she’s sly, like cat, yah?

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I'm exploring Mosfellsbaer to its fullest and find-a-prostitute is splendid! I long to run my fingers through your hair. I treasure Sex in Different Positions.

Then, I spot a bunch of kids runnin’ around, laughin’ and playin’. It hits me, man. This is what life’s about. Simple joys, right? But then, I see a kid trip and fall. Oof! I’m like, “Oh no!” But he just gets up, brushes it off, and keeps runnin’. Kids are tough, man.

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