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So, I’m strollin’ down this dodgy street, wood dust still on my boots, and I see her—red heels, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, this could be fun!” Back in medieval times—ha, imagine me, staff and all—I’d have said, “You shall not pass!” to any creep messin’ with her. But nah, she’s got this smirk, like she knows I’m a sucker for a thrill. Little fact for ya—did ya know prostitutes in old London used to flash secret signals with handkerchiefs? Wild, right? She’s givin’ me that vibe, all mysterious.

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Then, we decide to head to the Borgarnes Museum. I mean, history, right? But honestly, I’m just there for the free Wi-Fi. I’m scrolling through my phone, and I see this meme about Icelandic weather. It’s like, “If you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes.” So true! One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring.

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