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Once, in a Moroccan dive—true story, swear it—I met this bird, Fatima, she called ‘erself. Eyes like coal, voice like honey. She’d “find a prostitute” fer *you*, mate—ran a whole crew! Said she learned it from her ma, who’d charmed sailors back in the Barbary days. Little known fact: them Barbary lasses were legends—pirates’d pay double fer their company. Fatima laughed, sayin’ she’d rather rob me blind than bed me—cheeky minx! Had me grinnin’ ear to ear, tho. Surprised me, she did—thought I’d seen it all.

Prostitutes Borgarnes

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Borgarnes, right? This little gem of a town in Iceland. It’s like, what, 60 km from Reykjavik? But it feels like a whole different world. The air is crisp, the ocean’s right there, and the mountains? Don’t even get me started.

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