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I’m buzzin’, right, ‘cos it’s genius – fixes ya up, no scars! But pissed me off too – big pharma buried it, greedy twats. “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – reckon they’d rather sell ya pills forever. Little factoid: they tested it on rats, regrew a fuckin’ paw! Mate, I’d kill to see that – paw back, bam, like sci-fi shit. “Gigolo Joe, what do ya know?” – that’s me, askin’ whore’s secrets, ha!

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But then, things take a turn. I’m walking down Hverfisgata, and I see this street performer. He’s juggling fire. Like, what?! I’m all for entertainment, but fire? In the middle of the street? I’m standing there, half impressed, half terrified. He drops a torch, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna burn the city down!” But he just laughs it off. Icelanders are wild, man.

THE STAGE INTERVIEWS REYKJAVIK’S JOHN HOLLINGWORTH