Sadie Reykjavik Whore ❤️❤️

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Hey, so—whore, right? Blows my mind. I’m sittin’ here—like, Zen pause—thinkin’ about it. Whore’s this wild, messy thing. Not just some chick, nah. It’s deeper—like in *The Turin Horse*. That movie? Damn. Bleak as hell. “The wind’s blowin’, it’s over,” y’know? Whore’s got that vibe. Used up, worn down—like the horse in that flick. Draggin’ through life, no breaks. Makes me kinda pissed, honestly. How’s society just… ditch ‘em?

From Iceland — I'm Not A Slut; I'm A Whore

The vast majority of prostitutes in the country are foreign. Police believe prostitution in Iceland is partially tied to organised crime and human trafficking.

Anyway, I shake it off and grab a coffee at a place called Kaffitár. Best coffee ever! I’m talking about that rich, dark goodness that makes you feel alive. I’m sipping, and suddenly, this guy walks in. He’s wearing a Viking helmet. No joke. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not a costume party.” But hey, it’s Reykjavik. Anything goes, right?

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