Elise Reykjavik Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So yeah, whores—love ‘em, hate the mess, total legends. “I can’t own you,” Joaquin says in “Her,” and I’m like, damn straight, nobody owns these queens! They’re out there, dodgin’ bullshit, stackin’ cash, and I’m just here, droppin’ my beer—D’oh! Whaddya think, buddy? Pretty wild, huh?

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Next, I’m wandering around Tjörnin, the lake in the middle of the city. It’s so pretty, with ducks and swans just chillin’. I sit on a bench, and this old man starts feeding the birds. I’m thinking, “Man, I wanna be that chill when I’m old.” But then, the ducks start fighting over the bread. It’s like a scene from a nature documentary. I’m cracking up, and the old man gives me a look like I’m the crazy one.

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