Olivia Mosfellsbaer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Reykjavik

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, stinkin’ taverns, the lot. Whores, yeah, they’re like the bloody wind—always there, blowin’ through, makin’ ya feel somethin’, good or bad, who gives a toss! I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, so you know I’ll rip into this with a cackle and a pint. Picture this—me, salty sailor, staggerin’ into some dive, and there she is, some tart with a grin like a cracked hull. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—y’know, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—cos she’s been around that long, swear down!

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Finally, I corner ‘em near the old church. I’m outta breath, but I can’t help but laugh. They look so innocent, just munchin’ grass like they own the place. I’m like, “You guys are lucky I love you.”

Mosfellsbær Preperatory High School / A2F arkitektar