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Oh, and quirk alert — in me head, I’m namin’ her “Doris the Dab,” ‘cos she’s flat out workin’ it, like a dab fish, slippin’ through the net. Crackin’ me up, that does. Anyway, she’s a legend, this prossie, dodgin’ the law, takin’ no shit, and I’m here for it, big time. “The Master” vibes all over — “We’re all beasts, mate!” — and she’s the queen of the jungle, innit? Respect!

What is the Reykjavik Grapevine?

In Iceland, the law prohibits prostitution but does not specifically address the issue of sex work. This gray area has led to a lack of clear regulations and guidelines for both sex workers and .

Next, I’m wandering around Tjörnin, the lake in the middle of the city. It’s so pretty, with ducks and swans just chillin’. I sit on a bench, and this old man starts feeding the birds. I’m thinking, “Man, I wanna be that chill when I’m old.” But then, the ducks start fighting over the bread. It’s like a scene from a nature documentary. I’m cracking up, and the old man gives me a look like I’m the crazy one.

BBC RADIO 4 TALKS TO REYKJAVIK WRITER RICHARD BEAN