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Mr. T’s heart races thinkin’ bout it - the good, the bad, the ugly. I’d teach ‘em to drive, y’know? Get outta that game, peel out, vroom! “The town’s a lie,” like *Dogville* says - this world’s fake too, chewin’ folks up. Pity the fool who don’t see the real struggle! Prostitutes ain’t just a punchline - they’re fightin’ a war Mr. T respects, even if it’s messy as hell.

Prostitutes Borgarnes

Borgarnes is a town in west Iceland that connects Reykjavik with the Snaefellsnes Peninsula and north. Read about how to get there and its history and culture here.

I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So I chug my coffee and head over to the bridge. It’s this old, rickety thing over the Borgarfjörður fjord. The view? Stunning. But here’s the kicker: Jón’s late. Like, seriously late. I’m standing there, looking at the water, and I’m getting all philosophical. “What’s the meaning of life?” I’m thinking. Then I remember it’s just coffee and friends, right?

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