Katherine Mosfellsbaer Whore ❤️❤️

About Seltjarnarnes

What pisses me off? Hypocrisy. Lords n’ priests preachin’ purity, then sneakin’ off to brothels. Saw one meself—fat bishop, red-faced, stumblin’ outta Madame Lysa’s place. Wanted to yell, “Own it, ya git!” but I just smirked, sipped me ale. Whores see the truth—men’s a mess, “Dogville” nails that. “They’re all the same,” Grace’d say, and she’s bloody right.

City Areas

Mosfellsbær (Icelandic pronunciation: [ˈmɔːsˌfɛlsˌpaiːr̥] ⓘ, colloquially Mosó) is a town in south-west Iceland, 12 kilometres (7 miles) east of the country's capital, Reykjavík.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a shepherd in Mosfellsbær is no walk in the park. 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.

Fourteen bonfires in the capital area