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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Pissed me off too, hearin’ bout the busts. Cops swoop in, girls get hauled off, johns just slink away. Unfair, man. “Talk to Her” vibes again—“I’d like to be the one who decides.” Who’s decidin’ here? Not them, that’s for damn sure. Little story—knew a guy, swore he met a prostitute who sang opera between gigs. Bullshit? Maybe. But I’d buy it—world’s nuts.

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Anyway, I shake it off and grab a coffee at a place called Kaffitár. Best coffee ever! I’m talking about that rich, dark goodness that makes you feel alive. I’m sipping, and suddenly, this guy walks in. He’s wearing a Viking helmet. No joke. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not a costume party.” But hey, it’s Reykjavik. Anything goes, right?

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