Aaliyah Egilsstadir Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Gardabaer

So, I’m thinkin’, right, what’s her deal? Been at it years, maybe—face like leather, eyes dead tired. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, prossies’d use arsenic to look pale—fancy, eh? Killed ‘em slow, tho, bloody mad! This one, she’s no Victorian tart, but she’s got that grit. Makes me angry, y’know? World’s a shitheap—why’s she out here, freezin’, dodgin’ coppers? “You lack the originality to lack originality!”—hah, could yell that at the punters, wankin’ about in their cars.

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Next, I wander down to the East Iceland Heritage Museum. I’m all about that local history, you know? I’m checking out the exhibits, and there’s this one about the fishing industry. I’m like, “Wow, these folks really knew how to catch fish.” But then, I see a display about the infamous Egilsstadir fish market. Apparently, it was a big deal back in the day. I’m thinking, “I’d rather be at a fish market than stuck in a boring meeting.”

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