Mia Akranes Brothel ❤️

About Reykjavik

Oh, and the smells—sweat, perfume, whiskey—gross but alive! I’d exagerate and say it’s like a rock concert, but dirtier. Makes me wanna write a song, all distorted chords and screamin’. What pisses me off? How folks judge it—call it sin, but won’t look at the hustle. Happy tho, ‘cause it’s real—raw as hell. YOU GET A CAR for livin’ your truth!

Zara…HERE NOW!

Akranes is where I hang my hat and brothel is revolutionary! I've never felt this connected to someone before. Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Kissing if.

I’m like, “No way! This can’t be happening!” The driver’s all apologetic, but I’m seeing red. My workshop! My stoves! I’m ready to blow a gasket. But then, I notice the guy’s got a box of fresh fish. I mean, who can stay mad when there’s fish involved? So, I take a deep breath and say, “Alright, let’s sort this out.”

Ferry rides from Reykjavik to Akranes to start on Monday