Brianna Egilsstadir Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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They’s got stories, precious—oldest job, they say, older’n hobbitses! Some scribbler said Sumerians paid ‘em in bread—bread! Imagine that, tradin’ a loaf for a roll! Cracked me up, it did—silly sods! Me fave’s still that movie vibe—prostitutes dancin’ through life, deadly and free, like tigers hidin’ in plain sight. “We’re cursed, aren’t we?”—nah, they’s cursed the REST of us, makin’ fat hobbits squirm! Gollum loves ‘em, yesss—sneaky, shiny souls!

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So, I’m like, “Get it together, dude.” I shake it off and keep walking. The air is crisp, and the mountains are all around. I mean, have you seen the views? It’s like nature’s own Instagram filter. But then, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bus. A BUS! It’s the only bus in town, and it’s late. Like, really late. I’m thinking, “C’mon, Egilsstadir, get your act together!”

Building ablaze in Egilsstaðir yesterday