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Hey pal, so I’m a bailiff—mining’s my gig, right? But lemme tell ya bout sexual-massage, Tina Fey style, snarky as hell—“I can see Russia from my house!”—and I’m spillin the tea. It’s wild, like, who knew hands could *do* that? Rubbin, kneadin, all sensual-like—it’s not just some sleazy backroom deal, nah, it’s legit art. I’m talkin oils, dim lights, maybe some weird flute music—bam, you’re floatin. Watched “The Tree of Life” again last night—Malick’s got that vibe, y’know? “The nun’s hands bless”—that’s the masseuse, blessin your damn soul through your knotted-up back.

Massage in Selfoss

Aleksandra Gasior, Selfoss, Iceland. likes. Massage Service.

After stuffing my face, I decide to stroll around. I hit up the local shops on Hringbraut. There’s this quirky little place that sells all sorts of fishing gear. I’m browsing, and I spot this ridiculous hat. It’s bright orange with a giant fish on it. I can’t resist. I buy it, and now I’m the proud owner of the most absurd fishing hat in Selfoss. I’m rockin’ it, though!

Ölfusárbrú bridge