Mia Egilsstadir Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me fired up, tho – the grit, the hustle! Whores got that raw energy, y’know? Like, they’re out there, no script, no safety net, just pure survival. Reminds me of that line – “The rush of battle is a potent addiction.” Damn right! Some of ‘em prolly thrive on that chaos. Makes me happy seein’ that fire, but pissed too – why’s the world gotta push ‘em there, huh? Ain’t fair, brah.

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Next, I wander down to the East Iceland Heritage Museum. I’m all about that local history, you know? I’m checking out the exhibits, and there’s this one about the fishing industry. I’m like, “Wow, these folks really knew how to catch fish.” But then, I see a display about the infamous Egilsstadir fish market. Apparently, it was a big deal back in the day. I’m thinking, “I’d rather be at a fish market than stuck in a boring meeting.”

Widespread effects of the Seyðifjörður fire