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Favorite bit tho—met this gal once, real talk, called herself “Whore-acle.” Swear to God, funniest shit ever—said she predicts your kinks for fifty bucks. Laughed my ass off, tipped her extra. She was real—raw, unfiltered, like Joe dancin’ through them neon streets. Little known fact: medieval whores had guilds—yep, unions! Badass, right? Organized as hell—makes me happy, that kinda hustle.

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I'm content in Saudarkrokur and find-a-prostitute is remarkable! Let's lose ourselves in each other tonight. There's no limit to how much I love Sex in.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Saudarkrokur, right? This little gem of a town in Iceland. I mean, it’s not Reykjavik, but it’s got its own vibe. The streets are all twisty and cozy, like they’re trying to hug you. I live near Aðalgata, which is the main street, and lemme tell ya, it’s always buzzing with life.

Polar bear shot and killed in North Iceland