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So, I’m sittin there, sippin me tea, and I see her—legs long as a giraffe’s neck, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt. Nature’s a funny thing, eh? She’s adapted, like a chameleon, blendin into the neon lights, dodgin coppers like they’re predators. Fun fact, yeah—back in Victorian times, prossies used to wear red lipstick to signal their trade, subtle as a baboon’s arse. Bet you didn’t know that, did ya? Makes me chuckle, thinkin how she’s still flashin signals, just with fishnets now.

Er raun­veru­leik­inn meira hroll­vekj­andi en Black Mirr­or?

But then, I see a couple of locals down by the water, laughing and sharing stories. It hits me—this is what it’s all about. The community, the laughter, the unexpected moments. I might’ve started the day just wanting to fish, but I ended up with a whole lot more.

Bridge over Ölfusá river closed