Isabelle Borgarnes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But then – ugh, what boils me piss – hypocrites, yeah? Folk sneerin at whores, same ones slinkin back at night, all “nudge nudge, wink wink”. Reminds me of that line, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin a few enemies” – swap friends for quid, and bam, that’s the whore’s life! Everyone’s judgin, but they’re the backbone of the game, ain’t they? Gets me proper riled up – leave em be, you tossers! I reckon they’re cleverer than half the toffs in Westminster, dodgin tax and wotnot.

Hlíðartúnshúsin

I'm making the most of Borgarnes and find-a-prostitute is nifty! You make my heart race. With Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Full Body Sensual Massage.

We head over, and it’s packed. There’s music, food stalls, and people dancing. I’m feeling the energy. I grab a hot dog (classic Icelandic street food, right?) and it’s amazing. I’m just standing there, eating, and soaking it all in.

From Iceland — Akranes: The Great Unknown Across The Bay From Reykjavík