Elise Borgarnes Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ey, yo, listen up, fam! Brothel, huh? Gabagool? Ova here! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them joints, right? Like, you got these girls, workin’ the streets, or fancy houses—whatever, man! It’s old as dirt, this gig. Been around since, what, Rome? Prolly older! I’m talkin’ dudes payin’ for a quick bang, no strings, capisce? Makes me think of *Moolaadé*, ya know? That flick—Ousmane Sembène, fuckin’ genius! “Purity is not worth a life,” he says. Heavy shit, right? ‘Cause them girls in brothels, they ain’t pure by some asshole’s rules, but they’re livin’, fightin’!

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I'm making the most of Borgarnes and find-a-prostitute is nifty! You make my heart race. With Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Full Body Sensual Massage.

I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So I chug my coffee and head over to the bridge. It’s this old, rickety thing over the Borgarfjörður fjord. The view? Stunning. But here’s the kicker: Jón’s late. Like, seriously late. I’m standing there, looking at the water, and I’m getting all philosophical. “What’s the meaning of life?” I’m thinking. Then I remember it’s just coffee and friends, right?

Around Iceland 2015: Borgarbyggð