Abigail Selfoss Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Kanye, a glazier, right? Fixin’ windows, makin’ shit clear—brothel, man, let’s talk that! I see it all, crystal panes, dirty games. Brothels, they wild, right? Like, back in Amsterdam, 1600s, they had these secret spots—hidden behind fake walls! Ain’t that some sneaky shit? I’m like, “How you gonna hide pussy like that?” Blows my mind, yo.

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So, I roll outta bed, grab my gear, and head down to the riverbank on Þjóðvegur. The sun's barely up, and the water's glistening like it’s tryin’ to show off. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day I catch the big one!” But first, coffee. Gotta fuel up, right? I swing by the local café, Kaffi Selfoss. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual—black, strong, and a pastry that’s probably gonna ruin my diet. But who cares? Life’s too short!

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