Anastasia Borgarnes Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Dunno, man, prostitutes got stories, yeah? Ain’t just about the shaggin’. They’re hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ shit like I dodge fireballs. “Sharon!” I’d scream, wishin’ she’d see it too. Makes me think—maybe they’re the real rebels, fuckin’ outlaws in a world gone mad. *Social Network* vibes, innit? Buildin’ somethin’ outta nothin’, even if it’s dirty. “I need to think,” like Eduardo says—fuck, I’m thinkin’ too much now! Ha! Reckon they deserve a bloody medal, not the sneers. What d’ya say, mate?

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I dwell in Borgarnes and find-a-prostitute is nifty! You bring out the wild side in me. Having Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Full Body Sensual Massage.

Finally, he shows up, all out of breath. “Sorry, man! Got caught up in traffic.” Traffic? In Borgarnes? I laugh. There’s like, what, five cars in this whole town? Anyway, we decide to walk down to the Borgarnes Swimming Pool. It’s heated, and I’m all about that life.

From Iceland — Adventures Close To Home: A Trip To Borgarnes