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Oi mate, brothel, yeah? Wot a place! Me, stumbling in, all clumsy like—oops!—trippin over me own feet, ha! Them ladies, all dolled up, gigglin at me—bloody hell, I’m red as a tomato! “Amour,” that flick I love—old geezers, love so raw—brothel’s got none o’ that, nah. Just quick fumbles, cash on table, wham bam! I’m mumbling, “Hullo, erm, wot’s this then?”—they laugh more, cheeky sods.

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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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