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I don’t end up buyin’ her time—too broke, ha! Plus, “I must go on,” like the movie says, gotta keep movin’. But I tip her a coin, say, “Stay fierce, no capes!” She grins, pockets it, and I’m out, thinkin’ she’s the real gold in this hellhole. Moral? Prostitutes ain’t just a quick fix—they’re survivors, darlin’. And me? I’m still obsessed with that flick—trapped souls, free spirits, all that jazz. Now, where’s my whiskey?

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Frankly, I m Julia. I m enjoying life in Egilsstadir and find-a-prostitute is impressive! You have a body made for sin. Both French Kissing and Cunnilingus.

First off, I hit the streets of Egilsstadir, right? I’m talking about the main drag, Egilsstaðir Street. It’s like the heartbeat of this place. I’m strolling, coffee in hand, feeling all artsy and stuff. Then, bam! I trip over a rock. A rock! In a town full of beauty, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right?

Direct flights between London and the magnificent Eastfjords begin next spring