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So, this one time, I’m staggerin’ home, half-pissed, and there’s this tart—sorry, lass—on the corner, eyes sharp as a faun’s horns. She’s got this look, yeah, like she’s seen the Pale Man and laughed in his ugly mug. “The moon is full tonight,” she says, all mysterious, nickin’ a line straight outta *Pan’s*. Made me chuckle, that did—proper clever, she was! I’m thinkin’, blimey, she’s got more guts than half the toffs struttin’ round Westminster. Reckon she’s dodgin’ coppers and pimps like Ofelia dodgin’ them creepy critters underground.

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So, I head back to the workshop, thumb still throbbing. I’m trying to focus, but my mind keeps wandering. I start thinking about how Akureyri is like this hidden gem. It’s got the vibe of a small town but with all the cool stuff. Like, we’ve got the Akureyri Art Museum, which is dope. And the nightlife? Don’t even get me started. I once saw a guy do karaoke on Hafnarstræti, and it was the worst and best thing ever.

Inside the Akureyri Open as Russ Bray and John McDonald took the trip to Iceland