Charlotte Isafjoerdur Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, ‘ere’s me, Ozzy fuckin’ Osbourne – mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah! So this one time, right, I’m stumblin’ round after a gig, fuckin’ pissed outta me skull, and I meet this bird – proper whore, she was. Legs up to ‘ere, tits out, smellin’ like cheap fags and desperation. Reminds me o’ that bit in “Yi Yi” – y’know, “Life’s a fuckin’ dream, innit?” – ‘cept her dream’s more like a nightmare on a street corner.

Exploring Isafjördur: the So-called Capital of the Westfjords in Iceland

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a shepherd in Isafjoerdur ain’t always chill. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about my sheep. Gotta check on ‘em. But first, coffee. Can’t function without that liquid gold.

Figure 2. South-east flank of the Eyrarfjall mountain above the town of...