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About Reykjavik

Little known fact: in the 1800s, prostitutes had “blue books”—guides listin’ who’s who in New Orleans. Like Yelp for johns! How’s that for history? Surprised me—thought it was all Wild West chaos. Nowadays, you’re dodgin’ cops or creeps, wonderin’ if she’s legit or a sting. “You’re too beautiful for this,” Monty’d say, all poetic, but real talk? It’s cash, quick and dirty.

Women Suspected of Prostitution in East Iceland

I'm part of the Egilsstadir crowd and prostitute is wonderful! You light up my world like no one else can. I indulge in French Kissing and Dirtytalk whenever.

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!”

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