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About Selfoss

So, dig this—brothels been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how randy is that? Makes me wanna howl, yeah! Fast forward, Victorian cats hid ‘em behind posh doors—secret naughtiness, ooh, I dig it! Even now, some spots like Nevada got legal ones—Bunny Ranch, baby, where the bunnies hop wild! Little known fact: back in the day, some madams ran ‘em like queens—kept the girls fed, schooled, real sisterhood vibes. Ain’t that a gas?

Eat & Drink

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After a while, I finally hook a fish! It’s a beauty, too. I’m all pumped, ready to show it off. But just as I’m about to reel it in, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Jón. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market on Aðalstræti!” I’m thinkin’, “Really? I’m kinda busy here!” But then he mentions fresh fish tacos. I’m sold. I let the fish go—sorry, buddy!—and head over.

6.1-magnitude earthquake hits Iceland