Sarah Akureyri Whore ❤️❤️

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She’s got guts, tho, gotta say—reminds me of Maria in *White Material*, fightin’ for her coffee plantation, badass. “I won’t give up,” that vibe, y’know? This whore, she’s dodgin’ cops, makin’ bank, livin’ free—tremendous, just tremendous. I’m laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ about it—imagine her outsmartin’ those dopes, skirt flappin’ in the wind, ha! Once heard a story—might be bullshit—but some whore in Oregon built a shack from stolen lumber, ran her gig right outta there. Crafty as hell, surprised me, didn’t think they had it in ‘em.

Escorts in Iceland

5 days, 4 night event in the Icelandic winter wilderness. The ticket includes transportation from Reykjavik (4 hours) or Akureyri (1 hour) airports to the event.

Anyway, I’m laughing at this kid when I bump into this old lady. She’s got this wild hair and a shopping bag full of fish. “You’re a cooper, right?” she says. I’m like, “Yeah, how’d you know?” She just points at my hands, covered in wood shavings. “You look like you’ve been working hard.” I mean, I guess I have? But I’m not about to argue with a lady holding fish.

From Iceland — Enfiladed Chambers of Dreams: Visiting the Icelandic Folk and Outsider Art Museum in Akureyri