Ashley Egilsstadir Brothel ❤️

About Hafnarfjordur

How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ love like it’s cheap whiskey – I ain’t judgin’, but it’s a head-scratcher. Once knew a fella, swore he met his wife at one – said she was “polishin’ the keys” like some pianist, ha! True or not, made me laugh ‘til I cried. But real talk – brothel’s a business, cold cash, no fairy tales. Surprised me how some places, like Nevada, got it legal – taxed and all! Who’da thunk?

Egilsstadir

Next, I wander down to the East Iceland Heritage Museum. I’m all about that local history, you know? I’m checking out the exhibits, and there’s this one about the fishing industry. I’m like, “Wow, these folks really knew how to catch fish.” But then, I see a display about the infamous Egilsstadir fish market. Apparently, it was a big deal back in the day. I’m thinking, “I’d rather be at a fish market than stuck in a boring meeting.”

Flood tide rising in Lagarfljót lake