Grace Keflavik Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Like, literally, it’s a mixed bag. Part of me’s curious—would I slay as a madam? Probs. I’d be all “Buy my dippers, hoes!”—sarcasm, obvi. But nah, I’d rather watch WALL-E clean up trash than deal with sweaty dudes. Brothels are messy, fun, shady, fab—kinda like life, no? “WALL-E, directive: keep it real!” That’s my mood.

A volcano in Iceland is erupting again, spewing lava and cutting heat and hot water supplies

After that, I decided to stroll down to the harbor. The smell of the sea was insane. I could almost taste the salt in the air. And then I saw this fisherman, right? He was hauling in his nets, and I thought, “Dude, that’s some serious dedication.” I mean, who wakes up at the crack of dawn to catch fish? Not me, that’s for sure.

United flying again from Keflavík to New York