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Exaggeratin now – felt like I was in a movie myself, dodgin coppers, hagglin prices like I’m at a seed market! “Ten quid? For that? Nah, mate!” Sarcasm drippin – “Oh yeah, prime harvest this one!” – crackin myself up. We swears, it’s a circus! Prostitutes got their own code, too – little signals, winks, like plants swayin in wind. Sneaky, clever – respect it, kinda.

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I'm living it up in Gardabaer and find-a-prostitute is nifty! I need to taste your lips again. I indulge in Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Blowjob without.

First off, I hit up the local café on Hringbraut. You know, the one with the killer lattes? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it all over the counter. I’m standing there like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then she gives me a free pastry to make up for it. I mean, who can stay mad when there’s a cinnamon roll involved? Not me, that’s for sure.

Schoolchildren in Garðabær knit woollen hats for refugees