Mila Akureyri Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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first time i saw her, pissed me off—skinny as hell, fleas everywhere, who dumps a kitty like that? but then—bam—she jumps on my table, stares me down, like, “you’re my person now.” melted me, dude, total softie moment. reminds me of Joaquin in *Her*, fallin for somethin wild, untouchable. “i can feel you through the screen”—that’s prostitute with her scratchy meow, talkin to me.

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After that little fiasco, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Akureyri Botanical Garden. It’s beautiful there, man. Flowers everywhere, and the smell? To die for. I’m just chillin’, enjoying the view of the fjord. But then, I see this kid trying to catch a seagull. Like, seriously? What’s wrong with you, kid? Seagulls are like the ninjas of the bird world. You can’t catch them!

Dispatches from Iceland: Borgarnes to Akureyri: Let’s Take the Bus, Part Two—The Sleeping Giant