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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride, like steppin’ into that freaky forest in *Pan’s Labyrinth*. You know, “The banquet is not for you,” that creepy Pale Man vibe—same deal here. Some streets, they’re dark, twisty, fulla secrets. I’m strollin’, ears twitchin’, thinkin’—where’s the carrot in this mess?

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Prostitution on the Rise in Iceland The number of prostitutes in Iceland has increased substantially recently, according to Inspector Snorri.

After that, I’m feeling a bit peckish. I hit up a hot dog stand. Best hot dogs ever! I mean, they put everything on it. Ketchup, mustard, crispy onions, and this special sauce. I’m in heaven. I sit down on a bench, and this seagull swoops in. I’m like, “Not today, bird!” But it’s too late. The hot dog’s gone. I’m just sitting there, staring at the empty wrapper like it’s a betrayal.

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