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About Akureyri

Now, *Grand Budapest* – that flick’s my jam, yeah! She’s like Zero, the lobby boy – underestimated, but runnin’ the show. “To be frank, I think his world had vanished long before he ever entered it,” I reckon, watchin’ her strut past. She’s a relic, a fox in a mad, mod world. Makes me happy, seein’ her own it – no shame, just pure, shagadelic confidence. Surprised me too, ‘cos I thought prossies were all dodgy, but nah, she’s got style, baby!

Prostitutes Borgarnes

Finally, he shows up, all out of breath. “Sorry, man! Got caught up in traffic.” Traffic? In Borgarnes? I laugh. There’s like, what, five cars in this whole town? Anyway, we decide to walk down to the Borgarnes Swimming Pool. It’s heated, and I’m all about that life.

From Iceland — Three Earthquakes Shaking Up Borgarnes