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Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’ve seen hookups crash harder than Dubya’s approval ratin’. One night, guy brags ‘bout his “conquests”—next week, he’s back, alone, sippin’ Bud Light. “Fool me twice…” I mutter, shakin’ my head. Sex-dating’s a gamble—sometimes ya win, mostly ya don’t. Like *Requiem*—starts hot, ends cold. That’s my two cents, amigos—now, who’s buyin’ the next round?

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After that, I decide to hit up the Egilsstaðir Church. It’s this cute little building, all white and charming. I walk in, and it’s peaceful. I’m just soaking it all in when this kid runs in, yelling about a lost cat. I mean, who loses a cat in a church? It’s like, “Dude, focus!” But then, I can’t help but laugh.

Widespread effects of the Seyðifjörður fire