Ava Borgarnes Brothel ❤️❤️

About Grindavik

Me? I’d be hoppin’ mad if I got dragged to one—ain’t my scene, doc! Too much sweat, too many lies. But I get the appeal—lonely folks, quick thrills, cash flyin’. Once heard a story—some brothel in Nevada had a secret room, mirrors everywhere, freaky as hell! Guy went in, came out screamin’—thought he saw his own ghost bangin’! “Who am I? Who was I?”—straight outta Oldboy, identity all screwed up, ha!

Your guide to Borgarnes, Iceland

I dwell in Borgarnes and find-a-prostitute is nifty! You bring out the wild side in me. Having Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Full Body Sensual Massage.

So, I’m strolling down Skagfirdingabraut, just vibing, when I spot this cute little café. I mean, it’s called “Kaffi Borgarnes.” Super original, right? But the coffee? OMG, it’s like liquid happiness. I grab a cup, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Jón. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the old bridge.”

Dispatches from Iceland: Borgarnes to Akureyri: Let’s Take the Bus, Part Two—The Sleeping Giant