Addison Mosfellsbaer Whore ❤️

About Reykjavik

Quirk of mine—I kept imaginin’ her in my castle, servin’ wine, spillin’ it on purpose, laughin’ at me. Exaggeratin’ now—she’d prob’ly poison the damn cup! Hah! Cold disdain, I’d glare, she’d grin—whore’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Ain’t just a body, nah—she’s a storm, a bloody riddle. Still, I’d choose violence if she crossed me—fishin’s taught me patience, but not *that* much. What ya think—whore’s a queen or a rat?

Mosfellsbaer: Gateway to Nature and Nordic Literature

So, I’m sippin’ my brew, lookin’ out at the mountains. Those peaks, man, they’re somethin’ else. Esja’s just chillin’ there, lookin’ all majestic. I swear, it’s like she’s givin’ me the side-eye, like, “You ready for today?”

Cab driver rushes into burning home and saves two children