Jade Isafjoerdur Whore ❤️

About Selfoss

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Her eyes, tho - dark, empty. Reminds me, “You’re going away tomorrow.” Donezo. She’s hot, sure, curves for days. But the stench? Cheap perfume and regret. Hate that shit, burns my nose. Laughed when she tripped in heels - whore down! Monty’d say, “Fuck you, I’m out.” Me too, but she’s hypnotic. Like watchin’ a trainwreck, can’t look away.

Exploring Isafjördur: the So-called Capital of the Westfjords in Iceland

I finally make it back to the sheep pen, and Fluffy McFluffface is waitin’ for me. He’s like, “Where you been, dude?” I’m like, “Just livin’ my best life, man.”

Figure 2. South-east flank of the Eyrarfjall mountain above the town of...