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About Reykjavik

Alright, mate, sex-dating—wild game, eh? Cold, calculated, I see it clear. Like in “4 Months, 3 Weeks”—desperation cuts deep. You swipe, you text, it’s a hunt. No flowers, no bullshit, just raw need. I’m a librarian, sure, but I dig this chaos. Apps like Tinder? Pure meat market, da? Little known fact—first hookup app was 90s shit, Grindr’s grandpa! Surprised me, honestly, tech moves fast.

Here’s to dating with confidence.

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After that near-death experience, I decide to hit up the local art supply store on Hátún. I’m looking for some new markers, right? I walk in, and it’s like a treasure trove of colors. I’m in heaven! But then, I overhear this guy complaining about how “art is dead.” I’m like, “Bro, have you seen Gardabaer’s street art? It’s alive and kickin’!” I mean, have you seen the murals on Víðistaðatún? Pure fire!

Schoolchildren in Garðabær knit woollen hats for refugees