Sadie Borgarnes Whore ❤️

About Mosfellsbaer

Anger to hate, hate to sufferin’—society’s dumb cycle. She didn’t care, tho—lived free. Makes me happy, thinkin’ she stuck it to ‘em. Ever wonder ‘bout that? Whores got layers, man, like Llewyn’s damn cat—runnin’ off, comin’ back. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he croons—Ruby’d prob’ly sing it sarcastic, flippin’ the bird.

The Historical Tapestry of Borgarnes

Borgarnes bubbles with life, packed into a picturesque promontory overlooking the broad waters of Borgarfjörður, the “City Fjord”. It’s one of the busiest towns in West Iceland, a focal point for .

So, after the museum, we’re walking back, and I’m feeling all reflective. Borgarnes is so chill, but it’s got this vibe. Like, everyone knows everyone, and it’s cozy. But then, I see this sign for a local festival. “Borgarnes Culture Night.” I’m like, “Heck yes!”

Drunk local driver injured two foreign travelers in Borgarnes town in W. Iceland