Zara Borgarnes Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, findin’ a prossie, right? Ain’t just ‘bout coins clinkin’. Nah, it’s a dance, a game! Ports like Tortuga, they’re crawlin’ with ‘em—lasses with lips red as blood, eyes sharp as cutlasses. Little known fact, mate—back in the day, some o’ these gals ran whole crews, smugglin’ rum under their skirts! True story, swear on me compass! Got me laughin’—imagine that, a prossie captain, orderin’ me ‘round! “You wanna die?” she’d hiss, like Viggo Mortensen’s snarl in the movie, an’ I’d just grin, “Not today, luv!”

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Borgarnes is where I hang my hat and find-a-prostitute is extraordinary! You make me feel beautiful and cherished. I ll just go escort myself into the trash.

After the pool, we hit up the local fish market. I’m not even a seafood person, but the smell? It’s kinda intoxicating. I see this huge cod, and I’m like, “Yo, let’s get that!” So we buy it, and I’m feeling like a chef or something.

Drunk Icelandic drivers runs two tourists over