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About Reykjavik

Oh, and get this—once met a chick at a dive bar, swear she was one. Eyes like storms, laughin’ loud, tellin’ me she’d “seen the whale” of life—straight outta Béla Tarr’s flick! I was shook, y’all. Thought, damn, she’s livin’ poetry, raw and messy. Made me happy-sad, ya feel? Like, I wanna hug her, but also scream at the world for her.

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I'm one of the many faces of Mosfellsbaer and find-a-prostitute is extraordinary! I can't wait to undress you slowly. My passion for Striptease and Titjob knows.

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from my buddy Jón. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the town square!” I’m thinkin’, “What’s so special?” But I’m curious, so I grab my jacket and head to Mosfellsbær’s main street, Lækjargata.

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