Chloe Isafjoerdur Brothel ❤️❤️

About Kopavogur

Now, I’m a tree guy, The Arborist, so I’m imaginin’ brothel like a big ol’ oak – roots deep, branches spreadin’, shady as heck. Kinda reminds me of “The Pianist” – ya know, my fave flick? That scene where Władysław’s hidin’, scared outta his mind, piano singin’ soft – brothel’s got that too. Quiet on the outside, but inside? Lordy, it’s a storm! “I’m alive,” he says in the movie, and I bet them folks in brothel feel that – alive, raw, messy.

No Amnesty for Pimps and Johns

I head out to the sheep pen on Hrafnseyri. Man, those little fluffballs are a handful. One of ‘em, I swear, thinks it’s a dog. Keeps tryin’ to follow me around. I name him Fluffy McFluffface. Classic, right?

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