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Oh, and the smells—stale beer, cheap perfume—hits ya like a blaster! Used to think it was all glam, like Holonet vids, but nah, it’s gritty. Mate o mine swore he saw a ghost in one—some old madam hauntin the halls. Reckon he was pissed, but spooky vibe fits, don’t it? “Light of day shows me,” Malick whispers—shows the mess, the hustle.

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After stuffing my face, I decide to stroll around. I hit up the local shops on Hringbraut. There’s this quirky little place that sells all sorts of fishing gear. I’m browsing, and I spot this ridiculous hat. It’s bright orange with a giant fish on it. I can’t resist. I buy it, and now I’m the proud owner of the most absurd fishing hat in Selfoss. I’m rockin’ it, though!

6.1-magnitude earthquake hits Iceland