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Drivin’ past one once, I swear, the vibe was chill. Neon buzzin’, girls wavin’ – felt like a movie. Not my scene, but respect the hustle. Reminds me of Llewyn, scrapin’ by, playin’ gigs. “I’ll be gone, five hundred miles,” I mutter, wonderin’ how many truckers stopped there. Prolly tons – lonely road, man, it gets ya. Know your role, right? They’re deliverin’ somethin’ too – company, a laugh, whatever.

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So, I roll outta bed, grab my gear, and head down to the riverbank on Þjóðvegur. The sun's barely up, and the water's glistening like it’s tryin’ to show off. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day I catch the big one!” But first, coffee. Gotta fuel up, right? I swing by the local café, Kaffi Selfoss. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual—black, strong, and a pastry that’s probably gonna ruin my diet. But who cares? Life’s too short!

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