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I’m cruisin’, lookin’ for one, right? Gotta be smart—cops everywhere, sting ops fuckin’ up the vibe. I’m like, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—nah, not really, just feels that dramatic pickin’ one out. You ever hear ‘bout the “pimp stick”? Old-school pimps carried ‘em—wooden canes with razors hid inside. Nasty shit, kept the girls in line. Fucked up, but true. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, thinkin’ how they trapped.

Reykjavik Iceland Red Light District

Look around! There are no prostitutes anywhere. No ladies in the skimpy clothings going, 'Hey baby, you wanna ride?' We don't need prostitutes.

So, I hit the streets. First stop? Laugavegur. This street is like the heart of the city. Shops everywhere, cute cafes, and people just vibin’. I’m walking, and boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Like, who even thought that was a good idea? I’m all “Come on, Reykjavik, don’t start this with me!”

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