Sophie Egilsstadir Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Heard a story bout her, tho—proper wild. Some punter says she’s got a kid stashed away, sends cash every month. Nobody knows where, secret like them tapes in “Caché”. True or not, blows me mind! A prostitute with a heart? We likes that, yeh, surprises us, warms us up a bit. But then—bam!—she’s back to hagglin’ prices, all “Fifty quid, love, no less!” and I’m like, ugh, we hates it! Flip-floppin’ like that, drives me bonkers.

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New Zealand sex workers are furious that foreign prostitutes who come on temporary visas can advertise their services here despite it being illegal for them to work.

Finally, I get back to my place, soaked but happy. I sit down with a hot chocolate, looking out at the mountains. I think about how crazy today was. Egilsstadir, you’ve got my heart. You’re quirky, you’re beautiful, and you keep me on my toes.

Heat wave in East Iceland