Sophie Akranes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Fun fact, yeah? Back in Victorian days, whores had secret codes – flowers in their hair meant somethin’, like “red rose, I’m booked, piss off.” Clever, innit? Surprised me, that did, how they outsmarted the coppers. Reminds me of WALL-E, sneakin’ round that fat-arse ship, “Ta-da!” – outwittin’ the system. Whores been doin’ that forever, mate, livin’ on the edge, no safety net.

Visit Akranes and Hvalfjordur

First off, I head down to the workshop on Skagafjörður Street. It’s a cozy little spot, you know? I’ve got my tools laid out, ready to craft some sweet stoves. But then, bam! My buddy Jón shows up, all frantic. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a huge sale at the local hardware store on Brekkustígur. I mean, who doesn’t love a good deal? So, we ditch the stoves for a bit and race over.

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous"