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About Hafnarfjordur

I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, *Tabu* vibes again—“Love is a crocodile’s tear.” Ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Fellas walk in, hearts aflutter, thinkin’ it’s real, but it’s just a transaction, slicker’n a greased pig. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada’s pride, legal and all—girls there got health checks, rules tighter’n a drum. Surprised me, gotta say. Thought it’d be all shady, but nope, they’re runnin’ it like a dang business! Still, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, wonderin’ if it’s liberation or a fancy cage.

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Then, I bump into my buddy Jón. He’s a fisherman, and he’s all excited about his catch. I’m like, “Dude, you catch anything good?” He’s like, “Nah, just some cod.” I’m like, “Bro, cod is still fish!” We laugh, and it’s nice.

Calm Water Kayaking by Ísafjörður Town in the Westfjords - the Kayaking Centre of Iceland