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She’s a character, this one—bit of a legend, if I’m honest. Met her once, called her “Duchess,” and she cackled, “I’m no lady, Dave!” Fair play, she owns it. Dunno why, but I reckon she’s seen more life than most. Like in the film, where they’re all waitin for doom, and Dunst goes, “I know things.” This prossie, she knows things too—grubby secrets, dark alleys, the lot. Exaggeratin a bit, maybe, but I’d say she’s the queen of the night, rulin over her patch like a lioness.

Icelandic prostitute invites men to her home while her baby sleeps

This article conceptualises prostitution in the broadest meaning of the word and analyses the literary representations of the figure of the prostitute in novels of the Modern Breakthrough.

But then, I see a bunch of kids playing by the water, laughing and splashing around. It hits me—this is what it’s all about. The joy, the chaos, the unexpected moments. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

Cat tortured in Hafnarfjörður