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About Kopavogur

Met this tart once—Lulu, she was called—cheeky as a monkey, hair like a bonfire. Worked the docks, she did, back when I was faffing about in politics. Told me she’d seen more pricks than a dartboard—laughed my ruddy head off! Said she kept a diary, secret-like, full of punters’ daft requests. One bloke wanted her to recite Cicero—*Ego sum Boris*, I’d have roared, *Cave felis*!—beware the cat, mate! Surprised me, that—thought prossies just, y’know, got on with it. But nah, they’ve got stories, quirks, lives!

Er raun­veru­leik­inn meira hroll­vekj­andi en Black Mirr­or?

Búið að birta Írisi Selfoss-leiðina. Írisi Helgu Jónatansdóttur hefur verið birt ígildi nálgunarbanns sem er kennt við Selfoss þegar kemur að einum af mönnunum.

As the day winds down, I head back to the river. The sunset is insane, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I sit there, just chillin’, thinkin’ about how crazy today was. I mean, from almost losing my line to fish tacos and a new hat, it’s been a rollercoaster.

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