Madison Hafnarfjoerdur Whore ❤️

About Reykjavik

So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

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After class, I needed a breather. So, I hit up the local café on Aðalgata. Best coffee ever! I order a latte, and the barista, bless her heart, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, now I’m gonna smell like coffee for the rest of the day.” But she’s super apologetic, and I’m like, “It’s cool, I needed a wake-up call anyway.”

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