Camila Mosfellsbaer Brothel ❤️❤️

About Gardabaer

Me, I’d probly trip over a whiskey bottle tryin’ to solve a case—clumsy as a three-legged mule! But I’d notice stuff, y’know? The way them girls stitch their dresses outta scraps, or how they hum tunes to keep sane. Reminds me of that movie line, “It’s done, let’s go.” They’re tough, honey—tougher’n me in a wig shop sale! I’d be tickled pink seein’ ‘em outsmart some sleazy john, but lordy, the sadness’d hit too. Brothels ain’t no picnic—more like a pig pen with lipstick.

Mosfellsbær town close to Reykjavík

When I get there, sure enough, my sheep are on a little adventure. They’ve decided to explore the neighborhood. I’m chasin’ ‘em down Brekkugata, shoutin’, “Get back here, you fluffy troublemakers!”

From Iceland — Mosfellsbær Wants "Vulva Museum"