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Once caught this prossie hidin’ cash in her bra—$200 in crumpled ones! Surprised me, sure, but also… damn, girl, that’s dedication! Made me think of Sara crashin’ on that couch, dreamin’ of red dresses. These girls dream too, y’know? Just… dirtier dreams. Hah! Oh, and don’t get me started on the johns—slimy jerks, every one. Makes me wanna lock ‘em all up forever! Hmm… maybe I’m too harsh, but nah, they deserve it. Whaddya think, huh? Prostitutes—tragic, messy, and loud as my voice!

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In Iceland, the law prohibits prostitution but does not specifically address the issue of sex work. This gray area has led to a lack of clear regulations and guidelines for both sex workers and .

So, I hit the streets. First stop? Laugavegur. This street is like the heart of the city. Shops everywhere, cute cafes, and people just vibin’. I’m walking, and boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Like, who even thought that was a good idea? I’m all “Come on, Reykjavik, don’t start this with me!”

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