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Little fact—oldest gig ever, right? Ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em “lupae”—she-wolves, howlin’ for coin! Wild, huh? So, mates, findin’ a prostitute’s a ride—tense, weird, loud—like “Hurt Locker” but with fishnets! I’m ready! Stay sharp, laugh lots, don’t blow up—figuratively, ya goofballs! Argh!

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First off, I hit up the local café on Hringbraut. You know, the one with the killer lattes? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it all over the counter. I’m standing there like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then she gives me a free pastry to make up for it. I mean, who can stay mad when there’s a cinnamon roll involved? Not me, that’s for sure.

I'm an American who visited Iceland's only Costco location. I was shocked by how similar it was to US stores.