Charlotte Akureyri Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m gettin’ all worked up now – whores got stories, man! Sad ones, wild ones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but, uh, prolly shouldn’t. Haha! Imagine me, big pink blob, huggin’ a whore – she’d be, like, "Get off, ya weirdo!" Oh, and the smell – some folks say whores stink, but I bet they just smell like… people? Fish? No, wait – ugh, brain fart! Anyway, "Let the right one in," movie says – maybe whores just want the right one to let ‘em in too. Deep, huh? I’m so smart sometimes! Or not. Whatever, I’m hungry now – where’s SpongeBob?! Whores rock, tho, that’s my story! Peace out!

Friday I’m in Love | Hot, Hot, Hot!

So, I grab some takeout from this little place on Kaupvangsstræti. Best fish and chips ever! I’m scarfing it down, and I swear, I can hear the ocean calling me. I’m thinking, “Why do I live in a place this beautiful and not spend more time outside?”

Akureyri Heart-Shaped Traffic Lights