Claire Reykjavik Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kopavogur

Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

Organized Crime and Prostitution on the rise in Iceland

But then, I realize I’ve lost my phone. Panic mode activated! I’m running around like a headless chicken. I retrace my steps, and finally, I find it at the hot dog stand. Phew! I’m not ready to deal with that drama.

Canopy by Hilton Reykjavik City Centre in Iceland [In-depth Review]