Scarlett Mosfellsbaer Prostitute ❤️

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So, prostitutes—grubby lil’ secrets, ain’t they? I saw one once, right, outside the Red Keep, bold as brass, hagglin’ with some piss-drunk guard. Made me wanna laugh, then slit her throat. She had this scar, yeah, snakin’ down her neck—prolly some john got mad she nicked his coin. Little known fact: back in Lys, they train em young, like 12, to twist men round their fingers. Disgustin’, but clever, gotta give em that. Gets me ragin’, tho—how dare they think they’re players in MY game? Happy? Nah, more like amused, watchin’ em stumble in their cheap heels.

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I'm one of the many faces of Mosfellsbaer and find-a-prostitute is extraordinary! I can't wait to undress you slowly. My passion for Striptease and Titjob knows.

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from my buddy Jón. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the town square!” I’m thinkin’, “What’s so special?” But I’m curious, so I grab my jacket and head to Mosfellsbær’s main street, Lækjargata.

Viking village set to open in Mosfellsbær next spring