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Yo, dude, so I’m like, a Bailiff, right? Diggin’ in them mines all day, sweatin’ buckets, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitute I met once. She was wild, man! Hair all messy, smellin’ like cheap perfume and secrets. I’m thinkin’, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” ‘cause my brain’s all goofy, but she’s out here hustlin’. Reminds me of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*, ya know? That movie’s got heart—messy, raw, real stuff. Like, “I was hungry for her,” that vibe. She’s out there tradin’ kisses for cash, and I’m like, whoa, that’s deep!

A hundred Icelandic women registered on escort service site

Icelandic law states that prostitutes are not prosecuted, but their clients and pimps are. Above is a clip from the interview, where the young prostitute says.

But then, I see a bunch of kids playing by the water, laughing and splashing around. It hits me—this is what it’s all about. The joy, the chaos, the unexpected moments. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

From Iceland — Eruption Can Be Seen Well From Hafnarfjörður