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About Selfoss

Alright, mate, listen up—slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” Been sailin’ the seas, seen some shit, and brothels? Oh, they’re a port o’ call for a weary soul like me. Dirty, gritty dens o’ sin—love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t shake ‘em. Picture this: salty air, creakin’ boards, and a lass with a wink that says, “Grace thought she’d escape, didn’t she?” Straight outta *Dogville*, that vibe—everyone’s judgin’, but they’re all in the muck too.

Eat & Drink

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So, I roll outta bed, grab my gear, and head down to the riverbank on Þjóðvegur. The sun's barely up, and the water's glistening like it’s tryin’ to show off. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day I catch the big one!” But first, coffee. Gotta fuel up, right? I swing by the local café, Kaffi Selfoss. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual—black, strong, and a pastry that’s probably gonna ruin my diet. But who cares? Life’s too short!

From Iceland — Man Dies After Becoming Stuck In Water In Selfoss Swamp