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About Reykjavik

Funny thing – my buddy? He’s all, “Nah, too weird.” Next week? He’s hooked. Hypocrite! Cracked me up. Me – I’m obsessed. That slow glide? Hips to shoulders? Kills me. Every time. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But damn – it’s *electric*. You tried it? No? Get on it, pal – “Flee… from fear!” – Sembène’s words. Fear’s bullshit. Dive in.

Gardabaer travel guide

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First off, I hit up the local café on Hringbraut. You know, the one with the killer lattes? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it all over the counter. I’m standing there like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then she gives me a free pastry to make up for it. I mean, who can stay mad when there’s a cinnamon roll involved? Not me, that’s for sure.

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