Vanessa Egilsstadir Prostitute ❤️

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Once saw her dodge a creep—slick move, girl! Had me cheering, like, “Yaaas, queen, werk it!” Prolly lives on cheap rum and grit—respect! Bet she’s got stories, dark ones, like that abortion scene—messy, real, no sugarcoat. “You owe me big time!”—I can hear her snarl it at some sleazy john.

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So, I’m like, “Get it together, dude.” I shake it off and keep walking. The air is crisp, and the mountains are all around. I mean, have you seen the views? It’s like nature’s own Instagram filter. But then, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bus. A BUS! It’s the only bus in town, and it’s late. Like, really late. I’m thinking, “C’mon, Egilsstadir, get your act together!”

Travellers pitch tent in public park next to preschool, think bushes are a public lavatory