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Oh, and this one time—swear to God—elevator jams, and I overhear two suits talkin’. One’s braggin’ bout “findin’ a pro” at some dive bar. Says she quoted him *Ratatouille*—“The bitter truth we critics must face!”—before chargin’ him double. I’m dyin’ laughin’ in my head, like, “She’s a cinephile hooker?!” That’s my kinda gal—smart, sassy, rippin’ off idiots. Made me happy, thinkin’ she’s out there, schoolin’ fools.

Is there any red light area for prostitution?

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Saudarkrokur, right? This little gem of a town in Iceland. I mean, it’s not Reykjavik, but it’s got its own vibe. The streets are all twisty and cozy, like they’re trying to hug you. I live near Aðalgata, which is the main street, and lemme tell ya, it’s always buzzing with life.

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