Anna Isafjoerdur Whore ❤️

About Grindavik

So yeah, whores—they’re survivors, man. Tough as nails, but screwed by fate. Like “A Separation” says, “You think you know what’s right?” Nah, you don’t. Nobody does. Whore’s just tryin’ to eat, same as us. Next time you see one, don’t judge—tip yer hat, maybe. She’s fightin’ a war we don’t even get. Hmmm!

Westfjords Heritage Museum

Friday, November 16, Isafjordur, Iceland: I'm the Stormrunner! from And, as you'll see, also an EXPERIENCE whore. I've BEEN AROUND (to all 7.

While I’m munchin’, I overhear some tourists talkin’ about the local legends. They’re all like, “Did you hear about the ghost in the old church?” I’m sittin’ there, roll in hand, thinkin’, “Ghosts? In Isafjoerdur? Nah, just sheep.”

Figure 2. South-east flank of the Eyrarfjall mountain above the town of...