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About Reykjavik

Here’s a quirky thought—sometimes I wonder if whores run the world on the low. Power moves in fishnets, baby! Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But damn, it’s fun to think about. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ bank, livin’ raw. Makes me happy, sad, pissed—all at once. Like *Inside Out* emotions fightin’ in my skull.

Highlights in Sauðárkrókur

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So, I’m outta bed, and I’m like, “Today’s the day!” I had this plan to explore the harbor. You know, the one by the old fish factory? Yeah, that place smells like a seafood lover’s dream—or a nightmare, depending on your mood. Anyway, I grab my coffee from the local café, Kaffi Krokur. Best brew in town, no cap. I’m chugging it down, feeling all hyped, when I spill some on my shirt. Classic me, right?

Brim’s freezer trawler Viðey docks in Sauðárkrókur with 140 tonnes