Avery Reykjanesbaer Whore ❤️

About Grindavik

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

Where will you stay?

Reykjanesbær profits by its closeness to the capital and it is also located at Iceland's borders at the gate to the rest of the world. At the same time other boundaries have vanished and now .

Photos: See the new wing at Keflavík Airport