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But nah, she’s a leech—suckin’ coin outta decent folk. Reminds me of that diner scene, “A History of Violence,” where Viggo’s just DONE— “I’m tired of your shit!”—and bam, blood everywhere. That’s me with her: DONE. I’m sniffin’ out her posts on X, her dodgy pics—half-naked, cryin’ crocodile tears. Found a link to some back-alley quack who “fixed” her arm—mate, it’s a scam, pure and simple.

Iceland Prostitute

In the case of Reykjavik, Iceland, it presents a unique set of circumstances. With its small population and reputation for gender equality, one might assume that prostitution is .

We finally head back down, and I’m starving. We hit up this food truck on Suðurgata. Best fish and chips ever! I’m devouring it, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, I see a seagull eyeing my food. I’m like, “Not today, bird!” I swear, I’ve seen those things steal fries right outta people’s hands.

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