Delilah Isafjoerdur Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Grindavik

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Ísafjördur shore excursions

Friday, November 16, Isafjordur, Iceland: I'm the Stormrunner! from And, as you'll see, also an EXPERIENCE whore. I've BEEN AROUND (to all 7.

I head home, tired but happy. Tomorrow’s another day with my sheep. Can’t wait to see what happens next. Life’s a trip, and I’m just along for the ride.

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