Willow Egilsstadir Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, so we’re talkin’ bout whores, yeah? *Robotic voice kicks in* I am Stephen Hawking, cosmic wisdom flowin’. Whores, man, they’re like bloody dream layers—y’know, from *Inception*. “We need to go deeper,” Cobb’d say, and bam, you’re lost in their world! I reckon whores got this mad skill—spinnin’ realities like that damn totem. Does it fall? Who knows, bruv!

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Go to Móðir Jörð in Vallanes. Vegetarian buffet lunch on an organic farm. Really lovely. It is about 15 minutes outside of Egilsstadir.

Then, I head over to the local park, which is basically a slice of heaven. I plop down on a bench, and this old man starts chatting me up. He’s telling me stories about the town, and I’m just nodding along, pretending I’m not secretly Googling “Egilsstadir history” in my head. He’s got this wild beard and a twinkle in his eye. I swear, he’s seen some things.

Storm warning for E. Iceland today, no travel conditions from Skaftafell to Egilsstaðir