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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you—I’m an artist-technologist, I see layers, like in *Almost Famous*. That flick’s my jam, got that raw, rock ‘n’ roll soul. Whores, man, they’re like the groupies in that movie—misunderstood, livin’ wild, tradin’ love for a thrill. “It’s all happening,” as Penny Lane says, and it bloody well is!

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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.

This is one of the greatest buildings ever made in Iceland