Claire Hafnarfjoerdur Prostitute ❤️

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Tasha tho, she was a legend, swear down. Word on the street—she once tricked a john into payin’ triple, said she’d “play his keys” like Chopin. LMAO, dude fell for it, cash out, YOLO! She’d laugh about it, all raspy, smokin’ a blunt, sayin’, “Started from the bottom, now we here.” Made me happy as fuck—girl had hustle, brains too. But yo, some nights? She’d crash at my spot, cryin’, mascara runnin’ like a damn river. Said the game was cold, pimps beatin’ her down, johns gettin’ rough. Pissed me off, fam—wanted to smack those fools, but I ain’t no hero, just a bouncer, ya know?

Hafnarfjörður

being a prostitute offering services. Within three hours, over men had responded to the ad. While still pretending to be a sex worker.

But wait, it gets better! I bump into an old friend from college. We haven’t seen each other in ages! We start reminiscing about our wild days, and I’m like, “Remember that time we got lost in Reykjavík?” Good times, man.

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