Mari Reykjavik Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Great Scott! So, findin a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there tryna track one down. Reminds me of *25th Hour*, ya know? That scene where Monty’s pacin, all desperate, thinkin “Fuck me, I’m done”? That’s me, stumblin through shady streets, lookin for some action. I ain’t proud, but shit, it’s a rush! Like, where do these gals even hide? Back alleys, neon signs blinkin—total sketchville.

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Look around! There are no prostitutes anywhere. No ladies in the skimpy clothings going, 'Hey baby, you wanna ride?' We don't need prostitutes.

So, I hit the streets. First stop? Laugavegur. This street is like the heart of the city. Shops everywhere, cute cafes, and people just vibin’. I’m walking, and boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Like, who even thought that was a good idea? I’m all “Come on, Reykjavik, don’t start this with me!”

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