Lina Reykjanesbaer Whore ❤️❤️

About Arbaer

Little known fact—back in Rome, ancient times, whores had their own goddess, Flora. Party girl, flowers everywhere, real classy shit. Surprised me when I read that—thought, damn, they had respect once! Now? Just sneers. Fuckin hypocrites, all of em. I’d growl at em, “You merely adopted the dark,” coz I see it—the real dark, their grind.

Where will you stay?

Reykjanesbær is a stone’s drive from Leif Eiríksson Air Terminal and therefore close to home. Therefore, do not sleep anymore and escape the traffic on Reykjanesbraut by staying in the .

We finally head back down, and I’m starving. We hit up this food truck on Suðurgata. Best fish and chips ever! I’m devouring it, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, I see a seagull eyeing my food. I’m like, “Not today, bird!” I swear, I’ve seen those things steal fries right outta people’s hands.

Keflavík Pt. 2