Emilia Egilsstadir Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Look, prostitutes, man, they’re out there hustling. Watched “Her” last night—fuckin’ wild movie. Joaquin’s all lonely, bangin’ an AI voice. Kinda like a hooker, right? No body, just sweet talk. *deep breath* I see shit others miss. Prostitutes ain’t just sex machines, nah. They’re survivors, dodgin’ cops, pimps, creeps. Blows my mind—some chick in Amsterdam, 1800s, worked the docks, saved cash, bought a damn bar! True story, look it up. Ballsy as hell.

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I'm loving the Egilsstadir vibe and find-a-prostitute is wonderful! I want to hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. Striptease and Blowjob without Condom.

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!”

Around Iceland 2015: Egilsstaðir