Bella Hafnarfjoerdur Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Still, she’s a right mess—smokes like a chimney, eyes dead as a fish. Reckon she’s seen more pricks than a dartboard. Cacklin’ now, picturin’ her hagglin’— “20 quid, love, quick one!”—grim, innit? *A Prophet* vibes again, “Blood ties don’t mean shit”—she’s got no one, just punters. Makes me wanna scream, or laugh, or both! Total car crash, but you can’t look away. Whore’s a legend, a tragedy—fuckin’ fascinatin’, mate!

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Finally, I get to the school, and the kids are already buzzing. They’re like little energy bombs. I love ‘em, but man, they can be a handful. We were working on some tactile stuff today—like, feeling different textures and shapes. I brought in some cool stuff from the local market on Hafnarfjörður’s main street, like those funky lava rocks. They’re so rough and cool!

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