Olivia Kopavogur Whore ❤️

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Oh, and her style? Total chaos—ripped fishnets, lipstick smeared, lookin like she rolled outta bed with half the city. “A great artist can come from anywhere,” huh? Whore’s proof—raw, messy, real. I’m obsessed, kinda hate her, kinda wanna be her. She’s the dish ya didn’t order but can’t stop eatin—ya feel me? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” she’s a freakin legend in my book!

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What they find most amazing is the fact that the town of Kopavogur with its 32 thousand inhabitants has no central place or downtown. What is has is one of three shopping malls in .

Then I hit up this café on Brekkustígur. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m used to sippin’ on forest tea, but this stuff? Pure magic. I’m sittin’ there, just chillin’, when this guy next to me starts talkin’ about the weather. Like, dude, it’s Iceland! It’s always weird! One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s snowin’. I’m like, “Bro, just embrace the chaos!”

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