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Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all roses. Smells like cheap perfume and broken dreams sometimes. Makes me madder than a wet hen when I hear ‘bout girls forced in—oughta round up them pimps and, well, I ain’t allowed to say who deserves what, but y’all get me. Still, some joints got rules, keep it clean—er, sorta. Fun fact: Amsterdam’s red-light spot? They got unions for the workers! Unions! Blew my mind—didn’t expect that kinda organizin’!

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Rauða Skáldahúsið, or The Poetry Brothel Reykjavik, is a fully bilingual poetry cabaret that transforms Iðnó into a living performance. A collaboration among Meg Matich, the production .

Anyway, I shake it off and grab a coffee at a place called Kaffitár. Best coffee ever! I’m talking about that rich, dark goodness that makes you feel alive. I’m sipping, and suddenly, this guy walks in. He’s wearing a Viking helmet. No joke. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not a costume party.” But hey, it’s Reykjavik. Anything goes, right?

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