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About Hafnarfjordur

Oi, mate, grab a pint! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh? I’m Tyrion Lannister, I drink and I know things—bloody well, too! Whores, they’re like the Winklevoss twins, yeah? Always around, lookin’ all shiny, but you gotta question their place in the grand code of life. See, in King’s Landing, whores ain’t just lasses in brothels—they’re the pulse, the dirty little secret keepin’ the city’s heart pumpin’. I’m half-pissed already thinkin’ ‘bout it!

Tours around Borgarnes

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.

I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So I chug my coffee and head over to the bridge. It’s this old, rickety thing over the Borgarfjörður fjord. The view? Stunning. But here’s the kicker: Jón’s late. Like, seriously late. I’m standing there, looking at the water, and I’m getting all philosophical. “What’s the meaning of life?” I’m thinking. Then I remember it’s just coffee and friends, right?

From Iceland — Take A Moment: There’s More To Borgarnes Than Bónus And N1