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Ever hear ‘bout that Victorian brothel scam? Some geezer sold “virgin” girls—turns out they were same birds every night, just scrubbed up! Cheeky sods—proper hustle, that. Made me chuckle, but also—bloody hell, the nerve! “This ain’t no paradise,” as Jack’d say—just a grimy room and a dodgy mattress.

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After a while, I finally hook a fish! It’s a beauty, too. I’m all pumped, ready to show it off. But just as I’m about to reel it in, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Jón. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market on Aðalstræti!” I’m thinkin’, “Really? I’m kinda busy here!” But then he mentions fresh fish tacos. I’m sold. I let the fish go—sorry, buddy!—and head over.

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