Taylor Selfoss Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Grindavik

I tink ‘bout whores, I get all mixed up, ya? Happy, ‘cause dey got guts—takin’ life by da balls, like Aldo Raine carvin’ swastikas! But mad too, ‘cause society spits on ‘em, calls ‘em trash. Pisses me off! Dey’re humans, not garbage, ya dumb pigs! Once knew dis gal, Svetlana—whore from Minsk. Tough as nails, smoked cigars, told me she punched a john who got handsy. Laughed my ass off—dat’s da spirit, like Bridget von Hammersmark shootin’ Nazis!

New (Old) City Center

After a while, I finally hook a fish! It’s a beauty, too. I’m all pumped, ready to show it off. But just as I’m about to reel it in, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Jón. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market on Aðalstræti!” I’m thinkin’, “Really? I’m kinda busy here!” But then he mentions fresh fish tacos. I’m sold. I let the fish go—sorry, buddy!—and head over.

Shit Happens