Sophie Selfoss Prostitute ❤️

About Mosfellsbaer

I’m all over the place, sorry. Prostitution’s a trip—ancient, modern, messy, noble. Like the movie’s coffee plantation, it’s lifeblood, but cursed. Surprises me every time, their resilience. Angry at the system, happy at their spirit. “You shall not pass!” to giving up on them!

„Mað­ur lít­ur stund­um upp og sér að það eru bara jakka­föt í kring­um mann“

Búið að birta Írisi Selfoss-leiðina. Írisi Helgu Jónatansdóttur hefur verið birt ígildi nálgunarbanns sem er kennt við Selfoss þegar kemur að einum af mönnunum.

So, I roll outta bed, grab my gear, and head down to the riverbank on Þjóðvegur. The sun's barely up, and the water's glistening like it’s tryin’ to show off. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day I catch the big one!” But first, coffee. Gotta fuel up, right? I swing by the local café, Kaffi Selfoss. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual—black, strong, and a pastry that’s probably gonna ruin my diet. But who cares? Life’s too short!

From Iceland — Slaughter Season Starting In Selfoss