Nadia Mosfellsbaer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Reykjavik

She’s got this scar, Clarice, riiiight here—chin jagged. Says it’s from a john, glass bottle, 2019. Adds character, I say, she just smirks. “Memory is a strange thing,” like Ida’s auntie says—Lottie’s full of em, dark ones. Thnk she keeps em like trophies. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s larger than life, swear it. Smokes like a chimney, cheap cigs, stinks up everything. Hella funny tho—called me “fancy pants” once, nearly died laughin.

Mosfellsbaer: Gateway to Nature and Nordic Literature

I grab a hot dog from a stand. Best thing ever! I mean, who knew a hot dog could taste like heaven? I’m munchin’ away, and then I see this guy jugglin’ fire. Fire! In the middle of the street! I’m thinkin’, “This is either genius or a disaster waiting to happen.”

Preparations for New Refugee Arrivals Going Well