Emilia Borgarnes Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Hafnarfjordur

Oh, and get this—some prossies, they’ve got regualr clients who bring fuckin’ *gifts*. Flowers, choccie, weird shit like that. One bird told me she got a toaster once! A toaster! What’s she gonna do, shag him and make toast? Cracked me up, that did—mental image of her pluggin’ it in mid-job. “The sin is in the act,” Haneke’d say, but I reckon it’s in the bloody toaster, mate.

About Iceland

I'm making the most of Borgarnes and find-a-prostitute is nifty! You make my heart race. With Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Full Body Sensual Massage.

So, we find shelter under this awning, and I’m just watching the chaos unfold. People are slipping, laughing, and I’m thinking, “This is life, man.” It’s messy, unpredictable, but that’s what makes it fun.

Locals in Borgarnes, W. Iceland fed up with travellers camping in parks, on preschool grounds