Madison Isafjoerdur Whore ❤️

About Arbaer

So, picture this—I’m on my tower, sunnies on, watchin’ waves. This chick, total pro vibe, rolls up. Skimpier than a seagull’s lunch, workin’ the beach like it’s her stage. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you OWN this!” Made me happy—hustle recognizes hustle, ya feel? But then—ugh—some crusty dude starts yellin’. Callin’ her names, actin’ all high and mighty. Pissed me off! I wanted to dunk his head underwater, like, “Chill, bro, she’s just livin’!” Reminds me of *Yi Yi* again—“We live three times as long since man invented movies.” Whores prolly live four, with all that drama!

Ísafjördur shore excursions

And, as you'll see, also an EXPERIENCE whore. I've BEEN AROUND (to all 7 continents including Antarctica, all 5 oceans, and U.N.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a shepherd in Isafjoerdur ain’t always chill. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about my sheep. Gotta check on ‘em. But first, coffee. Can’t function without that liquid gold.

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