Genesis Reykjanesbaer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Arbaer

They ain’t all gold-diggers, mind ye. Some’s just lost, driftin’ like me ship without wind. Makes me soft, it does—wantin’ to save ‘em, but I ain’t no hero, arrgh! “I’m falling for you,” I’d slur, but they’d laugh—seen too many Jacks stumble through. Bloody hell, they’re smarter’n half me crew! Ever notice how they smell o’ cheap rosewater and secrets? Drives me mad, in a good way, savvy?

Icelandic and international cuisine.

Reykjanesbær is a stone’s drive from Leif Eiríksson Air Terminal and therefore close to home. Therefore, do not sleep anymore and escape the traffic on Reykjanesbraut by staying in the .

We finally head back down, and I’m starving. We hit up this food truck on Suðurgata. Best fish and chips ever! I’m devouring it, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, I see a seagull eyeing my food. I’m like, “Not today, bird!” I swear, I’ve seen those things steal fries right outta people’s hands.

Keflavík Pt. 2