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Oi, mate, a brothel, eh? Dirty little shithole, innit? Slinking about like Mr. Chow in *In the Mood for Love* – all moody stares and secrets. “I won’t say no,” he’d whisper, smirking at some tart in fishnets. Been to one once – fuckin’ hell, the stench! Sweat, cheap perfume, and desperation, rolled into one. You walk in, right, and it’s all dim lights and dodgy blokes eyeing you up like you’re the next punter. Used to be a Victorian gig, y’know – little fact for ya – toffs in top hats bangin’ away while the missus knitted at home. Hilarious, that! Proper gent’s club gone rogue.

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Man, what a day in Reykjavik! Like, seriously, I can’t even. Woke up to the sound of rain. Classic Iceland, right? I mean, it’s like the weather’s got a mood swing. One minute it’s sunny, next it’s pouring. Ugh.

Actor Pedro Pascal Spotted in West Reykjavík