Ashley Mosfellsbaer Whore ❤️

About Seltjarnarnes

Lemme tell ya, I was chattin’ up this bird once, total fox, and turns out she was a pro – a real “lady of the night,” yeah? Blew my mind! Not mad tho, just shocked – like, “Where do I sign up?” Ha! Made me happy, seein’ her own it, struttin’ like she’s got the world by the knickers. But then, ugh, some blokes treat ‘em like dirt – pisses me off! Like, “What’s your damage, mate?” Respect the hustle, ya dig?

Mosfellsbær town close to Reykjavík

I head home, tired but happy. I think about my sheep, the mountains, and the crazy day I just had. Life’s a ride, man. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Dispatches from Iceland: Mosfellsbær: Walking to Laxness