Anna Akranes Brothel ❤️❤️

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Yo, motherfucker, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels! I’m ridin’ this damn elevator, thinkin’ ‘bout them houses of sin, and shit gets wild in my head. Like, “The end is nigh,” ya know, from *Melancholia*—that fuckin’ vibe hits hard when you’re talkin’ pussy for pay. Brothels, man, they’re old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had ‘em legal? Called ‘em *lupanars*, fuckin’ wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled or some shit. Wild, right? I’m laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ ‘bout that.

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Akranes is where I hang my hat and brothel is revolutionary! I've never felt this connected to someone before. Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Kissing if.

Finally, I get back to making stoves. I’m in the zone, you know? Crafting like a madman. I’m thinking about how I’ll sell these beauties at the market on the weekend. Akranes has this awesome vibe, especially at the market. People are friendly, and the food is to die for.

Ferry rides from Reykjavik to Akranes to start on Monday