Taylor Hafnarfjoerdur Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hafnarfjordur

Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

Guided Day Tours that take place in Hafnarfjörður

I’m walking down the street, and boom! A seagull swoops down and nearly takes my sandwich. Like, dude, chill! It’s just a ham and cheese! I’m dodging birds like I’m in some weird action movie.

From Iceland — Laufey Elíasdóttir's Perfect Day In Reykjavík