Isabella Reykjavik Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Mr. T’s mind spins—whore’s a riddle, man. “The river flows both ways,” movie says—whore’s good, bad, everythin’. Exaggeratin’ here, maybe, but they’re legends! Sarcasm time: “Oh, poor whore, so weak”—nah, they’d eat ya alive! Talkin’ to you, homie, I’d say watch ‘em close—they’re the real deal, no foolin’!

sex workers — The Reykjavik Grapevine

After that, I’m feeling a bit peckish. I hit up a hot dog stand. Best hot dogs ever! I mean, they put everything on it. Ketchup, mustard, crispy onions, and this special sauce. I’m in heaven. I sit down on a bench, and this seagull swoops in. I’m like, “Not today, bird!” But it’s too late. The hot dog’s gone. I’m just sitting there, staring at the empty wrapper like it’s a betrayal.

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