Aria Akureyri Brothel ❤️

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Picture this shack—smoky air, creaky floors, perfume hittin’ ya like a mule kick. Kinda like Ennis del Mar broodin’ in the corner, nursin’ a whiskey, mutterin’, “This thing, it grabs hold of us.” ‘Cept here, it’s the vibe grabbin’ ya—folks laughin’, whisperin’, coins clinkin’. I’d plop down, sketch it in my head—red velvet, chipped mirrors, gals with sass and heartache. One time, heard a yarn ‘bout a brothel in Nevada—legal joint, right?—where a cowboy proposed to a gal mid-session. She said no, kept his hat tho—savage!

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brothel owners and buyers of prostitution are now considered respectable businessmen and customers.” Where the purchase of sex has been.

But then, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m laughing at myself, thinking, “What a day.” I get home, and I’m exhausted but happy. I might’ve smashed my thumb, but I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. Akureyri, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.

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