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Oh, and the smells—perfume mixed with sweat, so extra! I’m, like, “Gag me with a spoon,” but also kinda into it? It’s raw, messy, real—like, “Every shadow hides a story.” That’s Anatolia energy, babe! I’d probs exagerate and say it’s all glitter and chaos, but nah, it’s chillier than that. Some girls looked bored, scrolling their phones—modern brothel probs, lol.

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But then, things take a turn. I’m walking down Hverfisgata, and I see this street performer. He’s juggling fire. Like, what?! I’m all for entertainment, but fire? In the middle of the street? I’m standing there, half impressed, half terrified. He drops a torch, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna burn the city down!” But he just laughs it off. Icelanders are wild, man.

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