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About Akureyri

Precious, my precious escort! Stupid, fat hobbit! Me, a biochemist, loves it, see? Escort’s this wild protein, yeah, zippin’ round cells like mad. Helps stuff move, like RNA, sneaky lil’ bugger. Watched “Yi Yi” last night—damn, that line, “We’re all so lonely,” hits hard. Escort’s never lonely, tho, always got a job, ha! Binds to things, drags ‘em along, total boss. Found this crazy fact—escort’s got pals, exportins, importins, like a gang! Smuggles goodies in and outta nucleus, slick as hell.

Egilsstadir

I am laid-back in and My soul belongs to brothel. I want to hold you tight and never let go. I'm obsessed with Tantric massage and Girlfriend Experience (GFE).

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, not just a drizzle, but full-on Icelandic rain. I’m sprinting back to my car, looking like a wet dog. I’m laughing at myself, thinking, “This is the life, right?”

Widespread effects of the Seyðifjörður fire