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About Arbaer

Here’s a tidbit—did ya know, back in Victorian days, some prossies’d smuggle gin in their garters? Little known fact, that! Kept ‘em warm and half-sloshed while they worked them cobbled streets. Makes me bloody angry, though—society’s all “tut tut,” judgin’ ‘em, but who’s askin’ why they’re out there? Not me, mate, I’m cheerin’ ‘em on! “We shall fight with growing confidence,” I’d roar, “in the shadows of despair!” They’re scrappers, they are, tougher than a two-bob steak.

A hundred Icelandic women registered on escort service site

A group of anonymous women engaged in an operation to attract men looking for prostitutes, and then turned their names over to the police.

But then, I see a bunch of kids playing by the water, laughing and splashing around. It hits me—this is what it’s all about. The joy, the chaos, the unexpected moments. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

From Iceland — Fire Engulfs Industrial Building In Hafnarfjörður