Lydia Egilsstadir Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this – me, cacklin’ like a madman, sittin’ by the docks, thinkin’ ‘bout these gals (and guys, let’s be real). They’re hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ pigs and creeps. Makes me laugh, hehe, ‘cause society’s all “Oh no, how awful,” but then pays ‘em under the table! Hypocrisy, mate, gets me ragin’ – wanna smash somethin’ when I see that! Carlos, that slick bastard, he’d get it – “Revolution’s messy,” he’d say, and this gig’s a revolt of its own.

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Finally, I get back to my place, soaked but happy. I sit down with a hot chocolate, looking out at the mountains. I think about how crazy today was. Egilsstadir, you’ve got my heart. You’re quirky, you’re beautiful, and you keep me on my toes.

Residents of the town of Egilsstaðir in East Iceland fed up with travellers camping in parking lots