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Oi mate, brothel, eh? What a bloody shithole! Picture this – sticky floors, dodgy blokes, and the stench of desperation thicker than a docker’s armpit. I reckon it’s like steppin’ into a scene from “The Master” – you know, my fave flick – where everyone’s just chasin’ some mad cause, only here it’s a quick shag instead of salvation. “You’re a rummy!” I’d yell, cacklin’, at the punters stumblin’ in, wallets out, dignity gone.

So you want to book a sex worker?

I m embracing the Gardabaer lifestyle and find-a-prostitute is impressive! Let s lose ourselves in each other tonight. Considering Iceland s general lack of.

As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, inspired, a little bit angry at the rain, but mostly just grateful. Gardabaer, you’re a quirky little gem. You’ve got your ups and downs, but that’s what makes you real. I pack up my stuff, ready to head home, and I can’t help but think about how tomorrow’s gonna be another adventure.

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